Page 54 of Knuckles

“Sending the big guns,” I sigh, and Kodi hums as we lock eyes and she gently rubs my bottom lip with the tip of her finger.

“You are still a brother, you need to go, especially with it being an emergency, but I am telling you now, if you climb on that Harley, then I will have your balls,” she whispers, and the men back away slightly while I smirk, knowing she’s not lying and fucking loving her sass coming back.

Someone clears their throat before Trick speaks, “Brother, it won’t be longer than an hour and a half, and besides, Benny wants some time with his sister.”

Benny adds, “Yeah, you’ve become a hog,” and I smile, not even denying his words, while Kodi’s cheeks heat up before I get serious again.

“You’re going to be okay, baby,” I remind her, and she swallows, her throat bobbing.

“I know, it was a lot, you know, but with you, I know I’ll be okay,” she whispers, “You need to go. You’re an officer for the club, they need you.”

I sigh as I message Cage back.

Me – I need a prospect to pick me up. My girl is threatening my balls if I even try to ride.

I press send, and within seconds, Cage replies.

Cage – Tray is already outside waiting for you.

Of course.

I show my girl, and she nods, then she leans forward and presses her lips against mine, and I melt as our tongues touch in a soft kiss that I feel right down to my fucking toes.

Bennys, “Ugh, I don’t need to see that shit,” just hits my ears, and I chuckle against Kodi’s lips, who smiles.

“I won’t be long,” I whisper, and she nods and pecks me one, two, three more times before slowly pulling away.

Huffing, I climb off her bed and say, “I love you,” and she smiles and replies, “I love you too,” and I quickly lean over her and kiss her one more time before leaving the room, knowing if I stay any longer, I’ll refuse to go to church.

***

“On whose fucking vote gives you the right to kick out a fucking club bunny?!” I hear shouted as Trick, Crusher, and I walk into the common room ten minutes later, and I raise a brow seeing Choker, an old generation brother in Cage’s face, while the rest of the brothers stand with furious looks on their faces.

“On my own fucking vote!” Cage growls, squaring up to Choker, whose eyes widen as he takes a step back.

“That is against the rules, not unless she…”

Cage cuts him off and finishes, “Unless she abused a brother or caused an act of treason to not be welcome here any longer!”

My dad tilts his head at me as Trick stands next to me, and my dad questions, “And what exactly did my son's mom do wrong, Cage?” not taking his eyes off me, suspicion lacing his eyes.

Shit.

Understanding hits me as Cage’s nostrils flare, but instead of letting him explain, I finally open my mouth.

“How about locking me in a cabinet for hours upon hours when I so much as breathed,” I boom, and several eyes come my way in shock.

“What?” Dad chokes as he stumbles back.

“Belt beatings,” I say as I lift my shirt and show off my scars that the tattoos couldn’t hide, causing everyone to freeze, and I put my shirt down and continue, “How about starving me? How about accusing me every day of being a failure for not getting your patch? How about being forced to watch her be screwed not just by the brothers but also drunks and druggies at herapartment?” Striker looks away, and I finish, “All my life, that is what I had to deal with until you, Father, wanted me to stay at yours at five years old. Not because you wanted me, no, you just wanted to ensure your heir to your role within the club knew respect and discipline. You were never even home, I had to fend for myself.”

I look around the club before locking eyes with Cage, who confirms, “I kicked Barbie out this morning, told her we knew how she treated you and how she wasn’t welcome. She looked ashamed and didn’t put up a fight like the brothers currently are.”

The brothers flinch and look away, and I shake my head.

“So, this is what you’ve taken me away from my girl for?” I confirm with a bite, but Cage shakes his head.

“No, I took you from your girl because I know you’ve only got your toes left in with the club, that you are ready to hand in your cut,” he admits, and everyone looks my way in shock before an uproar echoes, several refusals.