Break a Leg

Loki:
They call me crazy, psycho, insane. Like I care. The only
people's opinions I actually give a rip about are my brothers. Hell,
they know me better than anyone and there is no doubt I’m all those
things and more. The difference is, they know that even if everything I
do seems crazy, it's always for the good of my club and my family. I
would do anything to protect my brothers, my club. That’s all I ever
needed, until I walk in on the most perfect sight out of my deepest
darkest fantasies while out on a job. A little sprite of a thing cutting
open some d-bag on her dining room table. One look, one glimpse of that
silver blade creating my kind of art and that was it. I found my reason
for the insanity… And she looked back at me with the same beautiful,
insane, glint in her eyes that I know so well.
Halle:
Why do men
think they can come into your life, hit on you and then try and take
what you aren't willing to give? I will never understand… and
unfortunately for this mofo, he clearly never saw me coming. He saw a
small woman with bright blonde hair and thought it would be easy to take
everything from me. But now I can take great pleasure in demonstrating
just how wrong he was. This sorry excuse of a dungbejtle burst into my
house and ambushed me. The only polite thing to do was to give him a
warm welcome, right? What I didn’t expect was another man bursting in
through my front door as I was having my fun. I never would have thought
I could fall head over heels for anyone… but there is no mistaking when
this mystery man’s eyes meet mine over the glued down family jewels  of
my unfortunate prisoner… this one? He’s mine.