Page 28 of Knuckles

Before her and Trick went on a family moon with Willow to Paris, Trick had a shift at the hospital and Belle being a nurse was on his team. Trick was tending to a patient when heasked Belle for a needle so he could draw up some blood but instead of handing it to him, she stabbed the needle into his hand then proceeded to call Crash in tears claiming Trick had mistreated her all shift after he told her he’ll have to report her and conveniently she left out the stabbing of the needle incident when she had actually been immature throughout the day with him, blaming him as to why she missed the vow renewal.

Crash apparently hasn’t spoken to her after she lied to him and injured a brother. She’s been banned from the clubhouse, and she’s currently suspended from work and is pleading with Clark to speak to the board so she doesn’t lose her job. Clark has refused because, of course, Belle tried to lie to Clark as well about the incident.

Apparently, she’s also banned from Willow which is bad considering she watched the little girl a lot.

“Maybe she’s just going through something,” I try as I drive down the street towards the gym now that I’ve lost the patrol car, and Clark huffs.

“I don’t care. For months, she’s been off, and I’m done making excuses for her, Kodi. She has no right calling and blaming you, and you know what, I’m not having it. She needs a reality check before she loses my brother,” Clark snaps, and I wince but silently groan when she asks, “Didn’t you have a job interview? You know, so you could get out from underneath your father's thumb?”

I clear my throat as I pull up in front of the gym, seeing Trick's bike here, and I look down and wince at my sports bra and leggings that I changed into before leaving work.

Crap, Knuckles is going to kill me.

Turns out, he doesn’t like other men seeing my body… Who knew he was such a caveman, huh?

“I did, and I got offered the job and be an art teacher,” I admit, “The one at the gallery said they weren’t hiring, so I went for the next best thing.”

Clark squeals in delight, making me grimace as I admit, “The job is in Boston,” and she goes deathly silent.

“You’re not leaving me,” she instantly says and I sigh but she continues, “No, look I get it, your dad is a dick and I know I’m being selfish but please Kodi, since your mom died you’ve barely kept in touch. Only when you wanted to see Willow which yes I can admit I was jealous over and this past month has been amazing having you around fully again. Please don’t leave me…”

I look over the gym, and I swallow hard.

“I don't really have much of a choice, Clark. Dad is making everything really hard at the moment. He even tried to have my car towed yesterday. I need to do this,” I whisper, and she sniffles.

“But what about the man you’re seeing?” she tries, and I eye the gym.

“He’s not ready for a forever kind of thing,” I reluctantly admit, and she sniffles again, and I hate it. “Look, I have a boxing session, why don’t we meet up tomorrow? I’m on a half day.”

“That sounds good, but know, I’m not letting this go, Kodi, I won’t lose my friend, especially when my other one has gone off the rails slightly,” she chokes before she hangs up, and I sigh.

I don’t want to leave, but I don’t really have a choice, it’s not like I can bring the wrath of my father on Knuckles or the club. It isn’t fair.

Shaking my head, I climb out of my jeep, knowing I’m going to have to speak to him, but first, I want to spend a few hours enjoying feeling his sweaty body against mine before spending the night with him inside me, and then I’ll speak to him.

Maybe…

Or I could just text him when I’ve already moved like a wuss.

Chapter 11

Knuckles

I grunt as I punch the bag before me hard, causing the chains that is holding it up to rattle, and I begin quick jabs, trying to get my anger and frustrations out so I can actually fuck my girl without any of the anger creeping in.

I want to give it to her sweet and loving, but I can’t seem to work out my anger.

I growl with frustration and twist to the side and kick the boxing bag.

Dad has been blowing up my phone all week after I’ve stayed away from the club since waking up without Kodi in my arms the day after Tricks wedding, barely speaking to anyone.

Mom is apparently on a warning and not allowed to fuck any of the brothers because Cage knows she said some shit but just not what. So she’s also calling me every chance she gets pissing meoff, and I’ve been staying here even though I have a motel room with a gorgeous woman staying in the bed every single night. She didn’t start doing that until she was backhanded, doubling my suspicions about her dad hitting her.

I breathe heavy as I grip the bag, ignoring the pain in my knuckles and the blood coating the straps.

She deserves more than me, especially when I’ve yet to kiss her, to show her we’ve got a future, but I selfishly can’t let her go.

Fuck, I need to sort my head out.