Page 16 of Knuckles

I felt like I had been shot in the chest.

And don’t get me started when she stormed out of my office, calling me a prick with a few tears falling, and I looked down and saw the blood on my cock.

Safe to say my office is in need of a redecoration because not one piece of furniture survived my fury.

I hated her, I hated myself, I hated my parents, so much fucking hate came out, and now I just feel numb because I feel like I’m missing something or more like someone.

I lock my jaw as I eye my phone again.

Trick got her number for me this morning, didn’t ask why, but I’ve yet to use it.

Kodi isn’t a one-night stand kind of girl, last night proved that when I tore through her virginity. She probably won’t do enemies with benefits shit because in all seriousness, we aren’t fucking friends let alone enemies, we don’t know each other enough for that kind of title. I’m not a relationship kind of guy, fuck, the fact I’ve only just lost my own virginity is proof I didn’t want anyone.

Fuck.

Maybe I could give her a call or go see her and make her an offer.

Fuck, no, that’s just a bad idea, she’s a relationship kind of fucking girl.

Would a relationship really be so bad, though?The angel on my shoulder whispers,You had a connection with her, she’s yours…

The devil instantly shoves the angel off, and I clear my throat, suddenly feeling like I’m going insane as Kodi’s moans echo in my ear, making my cock twitch, wanting another round with her, and Blaze asks, “Why should that matter?”

Shit! What were we talking about before all thoughts of Kodi took over?

Right Crusher, yeah…

“Alexiana called him before she left, apparently,” I say as I look at the man, and his eyes darken with anger. I explain, “Kodi was at the fight, and she overheard a few women behind her gloat about how their friend answered Crusher’s phone eight years ago. Apparently, she claimed she was knocked up and that they were engaged and I’m inclined to think it’s true, not the knocking someone up shit, but the phone call shit, because otherwise, why would she run?”

“Fuck’s sake, I need to give him a call,” Blaze mutters, and I nod as he walks over to the other side of the gym, where it’s quieter, and I look back at my phone, everything deep inside me urging me to call Kodi, to see if we could…

Fuck, could what?

Get to know each other?

Fuck?

You’re not a relationship kind of guy, your mother is a whore who tried trapping your dad who never wanted you. You’re unwanted, you wouldn’t even kiss her, you know you’ll just taint her, the devil whispers and I clench my fists as grunts echo from the ring, Tray mostly likely giving Scar a run for his money and knowing the devil is right. I silently groan and go to turn instead of grabbing my phone, but I pause when the gym door opens and three skinny fuckers, covered in tattoos stroll in like they own the place.

The grunts in the ring stop, and even Blaze has hung up his phone after saying something, while I tilt my head as the fuckers look around the gym with a grin.

“We’re closed,” I call out to the three fuckers, and all look my way, which is when I notice the cannon tattoos on their necks, blood dripping from them.

Fucking Chargers.

They look at me with a grin clearly thinking I’m the only brother here, and I don’t hesitate with the mood I’m in. I pull my gun from behind my jeans and hold it before me, Blaze doing the same while Scar and Tray stand next to me.

“Not very nice holding a gun out to potential customers,” the shorter one sneers, not noticing Blaze’s gun, and I smirk coldly.

“Charger scum are not welcome here, turn around and fuck off before I shoot,” I say lowly as Blaze cocks his gun finally getting their attention and the one in the back tenses.

It’s six in the evening, the streets are quiet, but the cops keep doing a drive-by, no thanks to that fucker Chief Marshalls and his hard-on for our club.

We cannot risk killing them even if I really want to.

“This will be our territory soon, so you should treat us like royalty,” the beefier guy says, and Scar chuckles darkly.

“You’re a little delusional, aren’t you? Cans is locked up and currently taking it up the ass,” Scar spits, “I heard he loves being dominated…”