Malice's Possession(39)

“Then if you don’t want a war don’t take my kid.”

He could hear her pencil dick motherfucking boyfriend telling her to hang up on him because she didn’t need to hear his bullshit. “You tell that asshole to get on the phone if he wants to start spouting off things.” He curled his hand into a fist and gritted his teeth. “I can show him exactly how much of an asshole I really am.”

“Stop being so damn dramatic. I can see where Callie gets her fucking drama from.” She sighed again. There was some static from her covering the phone so she could talk to the douche bag boyfriend, and then she stated talking once more. “Callie could use a change of scenery anyway. Her attitude has gotten to the point that I can hardly handle it, and I think her boyfriend is in a gang.”

That had him stopping. “She has a boyfriend?” Oh hell no. He snubbed his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot and moved toward the side of the barn. The shouts were loud and energized from guys watching others beat the shit out of each other.

“He’s new, and the first one she’s brought around. But her attitude is horrible, and ever since telling her about California she has gotten worse.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit. You’re taking her away months before she graduates because you’re a selfish bitch.”

“Hey, fuck you, Kink. Sleeping with you was a mistake, and letting it carry on for as long as it did was a mistake, too.”

His heart beat faster as his anger exploded inside of him. “The only good thing about being with you for those couple of weeks is Callie. Other than that it was a big damn mistake for me, too.” He couldn’t even call what they had shared a relationship. A few weeks of sex—and that one time he had fucked her without a condom because he had been drunk—had been a damn nightmare. But then she had gotten pregnant, and when Callie was born something changed inside of him. He was a dad to a little girl that looked up to him. He might not be the best role model, and might belong to an outlaw MC, but he was there for her, and would die if it meant she could live. She was the one ray of light in his otherwise clusterfuck life.

“If you want to drag your daughter through a court hearing, make her traumatized that her lowlife biker father wants to make a damn scene over this, then go ahead and make a fucking scene, Kink. Do whatever you have to do, but in the end who do you think the courts will side with?” He didn’t say anything, but she started speaking again before he could spout off a string of profanities. “You belong to a motorcycle club that has a reputation of being involved in illegal and dangerous activity. I’ve told you that I was talking to my lawyer, and I meant it, Kink. She is drafting documents up for the judge about moving out of state with Callie.”

“You are one cold hearted bitch.”

“I will do what I have to do to ensure that my happiness isn’t fucked up by you. I mean, you fucked up my life as it is by getting me knocked up and being an absentee father.”

He gritted his teeth again, willing himself not to say what was really on his mind because it would only make the situation worse. “I’m only going to tell you this once, Sarah.”

“Say whatever you want, Kink. It doesn’t matter either way.”

“You will not take my kid from me.” He disconnected the call and nearly crushed the cell in his hand. He would go to drastic measures if it meant keeping his kid close. He turned and slammed his fist into the side of the barn. He loved the pain, but it didn’t make him feel any better.

The crowd went wild right on the other side of the wall he leaned against, and he pushed away from the barn and walked around the building. He was enraged, and needed a good fucking fight to get it out of him. He pushed the people out of his way once inside, and lucky for him the fight commencing was just ending. Tilting his head toward a few of The Grizzly MC members, and some Brothers prospects, he walked up to them. Rock was getting himself pumped up to take the center by jumping on the balls of his feet, cracking his knuckles, and rolling his head around on his neck.

“I need to be next.” Kink ground the words out and glanced at Rock. The other biker looked like he might argue, but when he saw the clear anger on Kink’s face he nodded and held his hands up.

“All yours, brother.”

Kink took his cut and shirt off and held it out to Pierce. He moved forward just as the other brothers dragged their sorry asses out of the center of the bar. He faced off with the fighter that stepped forward. Come on, motherfucker, let’s do this.

The other guy wasted no time and charged forward. Kink slammed his fist into the other fighter’s face, and felt the surge of adrenaline flood his body from the impact. It felt good to deliver violence, felt fucking fantastic to see the blood pour out of the other man’s nose because he had just broken it. He slammed his fist into the other guy’s face again and again until blood covered his knuckles, splattered across his bare chest, and made him feel even more alive. His rage kept building, kept taking control until there was no sane and logical part of him left.