Page 25 of Knuckles

I have my suspicions on who did it, her father confronting me coming back to me and I want to go and question her, but I fucking can’t. Not only is my father in this room, looking at me every five goddamn minutes as the same as my mother who is the only club bunny allowed at the ceremony because she’s mymother, and will most likely pounce in a minute by the way she keeps looking around the room. Willow will kill me if I take away one of her favorite people giving all her attention to her.

I tilt my head slightly as Kodi spins Willow, and my cold, dead heart flutters a little, the need to go join them pulling hard.

Fuck, could you imagine the looks on their faces if I started dancing with the girls?

Kodi looks my way, and as soon as our eyes lock, I smirk at her bashful smile, which she gives me while I physically try my hardest not to melt on the spot.

I’ve fucking missed her today. I knew we couldn’t meet up. I knew she had to try and get Clark here, but fuck, I wanted to be selfish and tell her to just let Belle bring her, but I knew that wouldn’t happen, fuck, she isn’t even here.

She called Crash half an hour ago after seeing she had over fifty missed calls, and he told her not to bother coming because Clark and Trick are already gone. Willow will be spending the night with him without her.

I’m not sure what she said, but he hung up without another word while my girl kept Willow occupied…

Kodi looks back at Willow, and I half smile at the happiness radiating from her despite her bruise and split lip, but my smiledisappears when my mother slides up beside me and says, “Hey, son.”

I lock my jaw and take a sip of my beer and keep my eyes on my girl, hoping her presence will center me and stop me from losing it in front of Willow.

My anger always doubles when this woman is around, but I’ve found Kodi keeps me calm, and if that isn’t fucking terrifying, then I don’t know what is.

“You and a cop’s daughter?” Mom scoffs when I don’t look at her and sees where my attention is, “Isn’t a disaster waiting to happen! It’s bad enough that Clark is friends with the rat!”

Growing up, despite her locking me in a cabinet, despite her slashing my chest when I cried too much, or the smacks I’d get if I interrupted her, I never wanted to hit her, but her calling my girl a rat…

“Can I help you with something? Or are you just going to keep annoying me?” I snap, my resolve slowly failing as I glare at her, and she tenses at my tone before she stands up straight, and I swallow my sigh because I know what she is after, what she’s always after.

She wants money.

“You took away Andrew’s cut,” she says, and I shrug because I really don’t give a shit, and she growls, “His dad wanted him to be a part of the club! It was the only way he’d give me money.”

“And that there is already a red flag because that would mean Andrew would have been a traitor that you helped assist,” I grunt, “And if you want the money so badly, then stop fucking the brothers and men using you to get to the club and get a fucking job!”

Mom's nostrils flare just as I hear Crash say, “Alright, kiddo, let's go,” and I look to see him picking up Willow before Kodi kisses her head, then waves.

“I want the money that is owed to me, Knuckles. It’s bad enough that you failed to get me the property cut, and I was stuck with you!” Mom snaps, “You owe me!”

“I owe you fuck all,” I sneer as I look at the woman, “You didn’t even look after me growing up, you abused me, and I want nothing to do with you. Why don’t you do me a favor and fuck off before I decide to put a bullet in your head like I wanted to do when you bashed my head against the door when I was four, knocking me out!”

Her eyes widen in shock, and I shove off the bar just as Dad stops near us and frowns, looking between us, but I ignore him and instead storm towards Kodi, who is walking just past the kitchen, most likely to get her stuff from Trick’s room, and I pick up my pace, my sole focus on my girl.

I need her before I kill my mother and I know it isn’t fair to use her that way, but fuck, I need her.

Just as I round the corner, I catch her hand before she touches the door handle to Trick's room and drag her further down to my room, and she gasps but doesn’t try to loosen my grip and keeps up with my pace.

Throwing my door open, I pull her in before slamming the door shut and locking it for good measure, then shove her up against it.

Kodi gasps, and I press my body up against hers, my mouth instantly latching onto her neck while her hands go into my hair, gripping it, and I groan in pleasure against her soft, smooth skin.

“I want you, I fuckingneedyou,” I murmur before nipping her skin, and her throat vibrates against my lips as she groans, “Then take me, use me…”

“Fuck yes,” I grunt as I grab her dress and pull it up before I grip her bare ass that has me moaning, “Fuck, please don’t tell me you’ve been walking around with no underwear on,” as I lifther and she wraps her legs around my waist, then yanks my head back by my hair, giving me a pleasurable pain.

“I was really hoping for some dirty wedding sex,” she says with a glint in her eye as she leans down and nips my jaw, making my cock twitch, “And just because we’re not at the motel, doesn’t mean I don’t expect your shirt, Knuckles.”

I try not to tense with her calling me Knuckles as I murmur, “As you fucking wish, baby.”

I quickly undo my slacks then shove them and my boxers halfway down my legs before I blindly find her soaking entrance with my cock. Without even attempting to go slow, I thrust in hard and fast, needing a really good fuck or as my girl explained – dirty wedding sex.

I close my eyes and enjoy the way her teeth nip my jaw, and I bend at the knees slightly while lifting her higher up the door, and I fuck her like it’ll be my last time, causing her to moan and groan and to tighten her legs around my waist as she thrusts back, and slapping sounds to echo in the room as my breathing deepens.