“You want your daughter to go through the trauma of a court hearing, of having to talk to a judge and all that?” She was grasping at straws, that much was clear.
“Using guilt to make me back down isn’t going to work. I didn’t get a notification from my lawyer about any of this shit, but clearly trying to work this out with you on an adult level isn’t going to work. I’m not a genius in law, Sarah, but I know enough that you can’t just up and move to another state.” He had been so livid after talking to her earlier in the week that all he could think of was trying and talking to her about it all. And then when he cooled off enough that he realized that none of this even sounded right, and that she might make a run for it—even if it was illegal on so many levels—pissed him off even more. Douche-bag came out from the living room, looking good and drunk with a beer in hand and smelling like he hadn’t showered in a week. Kink curled his lip in disgust.
“Hey, get the fuck off my doorstep, asshole.”
Kink turned and looked at the fucker that was half his size and sporting a beer gut. “You better shut your old man up, Sarah.” He spoke to her but kept his gaze trained on her boyfriend.
“Dale has every right to be here. Once we get married he’ll be Callie’s stepfather.”
“Oh hell no,” Callie said from the stairs.
Yup, she was his daughter all right. That had him grinning.
“Callie, shut up and let the grown-ups talk.”
Fuck. No. “Callie, baby girl, head up on stairs, please.” He kept his voice low and his focus trained on Dale. He saw Callie head back upstairs through the corner of his eye, and once she was gone he reached out and gripped Dale’s collar. Lifting him easily off the ground Kink yanked him closer until they were nose to nose. “You ever talk to my daughter that way again and I’ll rip your motherfucking balls off and roast them on my grill.”
“Kink, get out of here before I call the cops,” Sarah said in a slightly wavering, but still high pitched voice.
Kink stared at Dale right in the eyes for a few more seconds, and then tossed him aside as if he were a bag of potatoes. “You don’t want to fuck with me, Sarah, because I will bring the wrath of The Brothers of Menace down on your ass.” With that he turned and stormed back to his bike. Once on it with his helmet on his head, he glanced up at one of the second floor windows. He saw Callie standing there, and it broke his damn heart having to leave her. She blew him a kiss goodbye, and after a lift of his hand to tell her he was leaving, he cranked the engine and pulled out of the driveway. He was even more feral then he had been when all this shit started. What he needed was a good, hard drink, maybe a fight, and a fierce hard fuck to get his mind off of the shit-storm that was currently his life.
An hour later and he was at the bar, good and drunk, and playing darts with Rock. The other biker had already been at the local Brothers bar in River Run. Kink threw back another shot, but there was no burn from the harsh, but smooth flow of the alcohol. His throat was numb, his vision was blurry, and he was wearing a thick frame of beer goggles.
He turned toward the bar and slammed the shot glass on the counter. “Another shot of Jack.”
“Kink, dude, how about we call it a night, or at least go back to the club and drink there?” Rock said right behind him.
He turned only his head and glanced at the other Brother. “Why, because I’m kicking your ass at darts?” He cocked a brow, knowing that he had slurred those words out, but wanting to be so drunk that he couldn’t even walk let alone speak.
“In your dreams, asshole,” Rock said through a grin. “But you’re drunker than piss right now, and I know how this will end if you keep slugging them shots back.” When Kink didn’t respond, just stared at Rock, the other man continued. “You’re going to get in a fight and fuck someone up, the cops will be called, and then I’ll have to bail your ass out of jail.”
Kink shook his head and snorted at that thought. “Yeah, that will probably be the outcome tonight.”
“Hey, baby.”
He turned to his right and saw one of the bar flies that frequented this place regularly.
“You wanna take me home tonight?”
She had been rubbing up on him for the last hour, but he hadn’t nearly been drunk enough to take her slutty ass home. Now though? Now he was good and wasted and she looked like she could handle one hell of a pounding. The bartender set another shot down in front of him, and he glanced at Rock, who still stood toward his left. But Rock wasn’t bitching about him drinking and starting a fight, and instead was busy picking up the young waitress. Kink grabbed his shot and tossed it back, and when he slammed the glass on the counter for a second time the skank rubbed her tits up against the side of his arm.