Page 4 of Knuckles

Right, yeah, I’m supposed to be celebrating, but now I feel hurt and lost.

Oh god, what am I going to say to my dad?

He’s the chief, but the man currently screwing my mother, who I thought loved my daddy unconditionally, is a Charger.

Oh god…

I shake my head and quickly turn around, but a gasped, “Kodi!” echoes, and I turn and glare at her as the man grins and pulls his jeans back up, zipping them up.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” she chokes as she covers her chest with the cushion.

“Really, Momma?” I snap, “Because to me it looks like you’re a whore!”

She flinches as a few tears fall, and the man chuckles, “Is that any way to speak to your mother?”

I glare at him, not scared of him, and I sneer, “If I were you, I’d run before I get my dad's shotgun because I’m not afraid to use it on scum!”

He grins, showing his black teeth and I snarl at him before I look at my mother. I sneer, “I want nothing to do with you ever again, and I hope you rot in hell!”

I run upstairs as she sobs, “Kodi, please don’t tell your father!”

I ignore her as I slam my door shut and lock it for good measure before I lean up against the door and allow my tears to fall.

Does Benny know?

Has she always cheated on Dad?

Was she like the women at Clark’s club? Wanting to be paid for life?

A sob leaves me as I slowly slide down the door just as momma knocks and begs, “Please Kodi, open up,” and she jiggles the door handle.

I squeeze my eyes shut, not knowing what to do….

Everything I thought, my childhood full of happy memories with a strict father, was all a lie…

She’s a lying, cheating, whore.

Chapter 1

Knuckles – Twenty-Five Years Old

I chuckle before I spit a mouthful of blood into the ring as I slowly circle my opponent, who is eyeing me like I’m a predator despite getting a good fucking hook in.

He’s my fifth opponent this evening, and the first one to last more than three rounds. I fucking love it, I relish it, and honestly, fighting is the only time I fucking feel alive, the only time I can release the anger that burns deep inside me.

The ring is my baby, my legacy and even though it’s club run, I own it, my name is on all the paperwork.

I started it illegally, and when Chains found out because word got around how much money was earned, he looked into it. He didn’t know whether to praise me or be pissed at me for putting myself at risk, especially when his son, my fucking friend, went inside five fucking times.

His sweet sister was killed by his ex-fuck buddy, not long after we were patched into the club.

He missed her funeral because he got locked up after killing Toya, the ex-fuck buddy. And after an intervention last year, he went nomad and was forced to wear his cut again. After six months, he ended up in Rose Hill, three hours away from here, because of a woman he had fallen in love with and even knocked up.

His woman is the reason why he’s home, why he’s back to being our brother and president, and the fucker has finally allowed himself to heal.

He has a gorgeous baby girl who is eleven months old and a baby boy due any day…

“Come on then fucker, what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to hit an officer brother of the Carnage MC?” I goad, and the man whose name I cannot remember flares his nostrils, and I grin a bloody grin at him, enticing him to take the bait.