Page 10 of Knuckles

For weeks, I’ve tried to ignore the pull to her, and the more I got the feeling over the matter of weeks since saving those kids, the more dangerous I’ve become. I saw her at the hospital and I’ve become lethal, especially finding out her connection with the club.

Maybe I need to fuck her, to get her out of my system.

I barely hold back a shiver of disgust at the thought while my cock twitches with anticipation, something I’ve always managed to control where the opposite sex is concerned, and my scowl deepens.

Whereas every brother in this room except for Crash, who has only been with Belle, has fucked several women, me, well, I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin. Not for the lack of trying with the club bunnies or women that come in and out of my gym.

The thought of any woman touching me makes me revolt, it makes me feel sick, and watching your mother get fucked from an early age would do that to you, I guess.

“Alright, keep me informed,” Cage says, then he looks around the table before his eyes come my way, mainly at my busted knuckles. He raises a brow and confirms, “Had a fight last night?”

I grunt with a nod, then confirm, “Earned eight grand in bets for the club.”

“And what did you personally win?” Crusher asks with a smirk, and I grin widely.

I reply, “A hundred…”

The fucker laughs, and I look back at Cage and confirm, “The gym is booming, new customers every day, and the fights are always packed.”

He nods then says, “I heard a rumor,” and I raise a brow and wait him out because we both know there is shit loads of rumors going around, but tense when he says, “One of the club bunnies mentioned it was your birthday,” he sighs, “I’m sorry I forgot, brother.”

“Shit,” I hear my dad grunt, but I don’t look his way or towards the brothers who have all tensed, and I lift one shoulder.

“It’s fine,” I grunt, and he opens his mouth, but I shake my head and command, “continue church,” and his jaw ticks, but I don’t back down.

I haven’t celebrated my birthday ever, and only Cage remembered to give me a card even while locked up, the fucker never forgot, but his woman has just given birth to CJ, plus he has Angela so I understand.

“Son –”

“Can we get on with church, please!” I snap, “I have a fight in an hour and a half!”

The table further tenses, but I don’t react, keeping eye contact with a pissed-off Cage.

He knows I won’t speak with everyone around, he knows I’m closed off, fuck, I don’t speak period and I know he’s fully aware I’m fighting more than I ever have but I don’t do group conversations.

I lock my jaw, ensuring he knows I won’t speak, and he grits, “this conversation isn’t over,” before snaps, “Bones, Carnage Motors….”

I lean back in my seat because the conversation is over and Bones begins to go through the finances for the garage he runs, all while tension rises in the room, but I ignore everyone and zone out until Cage is ready to discuss the run with the Dark Angels MC, a club we’re affiliated with and run guns and ammo with that I’m due to attend this time around.

***

“Knuckles, I want a word now!” my dad snaps as I walk through the common room an hour later, but I ignore him just like I ignored everyone when Cage banged the gavel and continue my path towards the door, all while ignoring my mother's narrowed eyes on me.

The door opens as I get to it, and Striker pauses before stepping out of my way, looking at me warily, but again, like withmy father, I ignore the fucker and walk out the door, my dad’s, “Liam!” following.

“You got any room on the fight list tonight?” Crusher asks as he follows me out of the clubhouse, also ignoring my dad’s shout, and I raise a brow at him.

“Since when do you fight?” I ask as I climb onto my bike.

Normally, Crusher will box in the ring to let off some steam, but never fights.

“Since Alexiana’s mom told me she’s moved on with her life this morning when I harassed her at her cafe,” he grunts, and I wince.

Shit.

Alexiana Jackson was Crusher's high school girlfriend, who he met through Blaze. He lived in the trailer next door to her and often stayed at her place when his mom was out of it on drugs.

She was unsure of Crusher at first, but with the backing of his blood brother, she decided to give him a chance, until the idiot got drunk after the revelations came out about Blaze being his blood brother.