Page 5 of Knuckles

Becoming the enforcer wasn’t something that I wanted. After I beat up Striker, who now stays clear of me, I was hoping they’d boot me out of the club. Instead, I got put on fucking watch and forced to attend the local gym that was a dive but gave me a brilliant fucking idea.

I bought the place for a steal, and with the club's investment, I’ve renovated the place top to bottom.

I earn shit tons from this place, from the fights, and the club gets thirty percent, mainly because Chains managed to make the fights legit before that fucker Chief Marshalls locked me up.

The only downside is that my mother expects money from me every fucking day.

Her excuse is that she gave birth to and looked after me despite my failing her to get a patched brother.

The only fucking right thing she did was birth me. Everything else, I was a pest to her, her failure. I got locked in a fuckingcabinet for hours on end because she didn’t want to deal with me. She hit me when I even spoke to her. Yet, she feels entitled…

My anger grows as it normally does when I think of my mother, just as the fucker charges at me, and my grin widens, probably making me look manic.

Let’s get some flesh hitting, shall we?

***

I slowly unwrap my sore knuckles an hour later, locking my jaw as my ribs pull.

It took four more rounds before I knocked that fucker out, and he got shit loads of jabs on me, but I enjoyed the pain, just like how I enjoy it now, the aftermath.

It’s fucking rare that I get someone that lasts that long, and the crowd fucking loves it, plus the money, fuck, yes.

Throwing the straps on the bench, I slowly stand and grab my shirt, quickly slipping it on, the pull on my ribs making me hiss, before I grab my cut but pause and I stare at the leather.

Cage didn’t want to be a brother, I know Blaze didn’t either, and I certainly don’t want to be a brother. Yet here we all are being forced in the leather that at one point I thought having would make me feel different. I thought it would make the brothers respect me, I thought I would come to love it, but instead, I resent it. I resent my father.

He was a part-time father who barely paid any attention to me, allowing a club bunny to treat me like a pest, and now, I’ve taken over his role within the club because he forced me to. He threatened to try and take away my gym, my fight club and even though my name is all over the legal paperwork, the club has pull.

Shaking my head, I put the leather on and go to grab my straps, but groan when my phone rings.

“So much for giving me space today,” I grumble as I check the ID and see it’s Cage, who knew I was fighting today.

“Yeah?” I answer as I grab my straps.

“I know I don’t normally call when you’ve got a fight, but we have a problem,” Cage grunts, and I frown as I walk out of the changing room.

“What kind of problem?” I ask as I walk down the corridor towards the stairs.

“The kind where the Chargers have taken five orphaned kids from a field trip,” he replies, and I growl full of anger and pick up my speed as he confirms, “Crash is waiting outside the gym, and Blade was already near town for his club's fun run and will meet you when you find the kids and take the fuckers. Trick is going to guide you.”

I wince and ask, “Is he in the right frame of mind?”

He’s spent the past week keeping his distance from Clark, wanting her to believe he’s agreeing to the divorce. He plans to ambush her so she’ll listen and understand he has issues but wants to fight for their marriage, that she’s been his only one since they slept together.

Cage sighs, “This will help distract him…”

I sigh but murmur, “Alright,” knowing not to interfere, especially when I don’t want them interfering with my life, and I hang up and storm towards the back door where my bike is parked, ignoring the pull in my ribs.

***

“You’re okay,” I murmur to the six-year-old little girl and wrap a blanket around her shaking shoulders, and I grit my teeth, hoping she doesn’t see my fucking fury.

She has bruises on her head. The other four kids seem fine. But fuck, I’m pissed.

Trick managed to follow the Chargers all the way to a motel two hours outside of town where they were getting ready to change their vehicles. When we barged inside the motel room, this sweet girl was bent over as one fucker was trying to examine thegoods,as he explained. But before he could lift her skirt, I fucking pounced.

The three men are tied up and on their way to Blade’s club and I’m livid. Even after fighting all evening, I’m still ready to kill and Blade gets that fun while we’re waiting for the fucking feds to show up and collect the kids.