I slam him harder against the wall, getting in his face. “No, the fuck you can’t. You lost that right when you decided to be a piece of shit father.” I can smell the stale whiskey on his breath, see the stubble on his unwashed face. “You know what happens when you fuck with my family.”
“He’s my son!” Russell repeats, spit spraying out of his mouth, a fleck of saliva landing on my cheek.
I wipe his spit off my face with the back of my hand, my anger spiking even higher. “Listen to me carefully, because I’m only going to say this once. You want to be a father? That won’t be happening. Not anymore. You are done putting both of them through the wringer.”
Russell’s eyes are unfocused, but there’s still defiance there. “You can’t tell me what to do. I have rights.”
“Rights?” I laugh, the sound harsh even to my own ears. “What about responsibilities? When’s the last time you paid Amelia a dime of support? I’ll answer that for you. Never. You spend your money on booze and pussy. You don’t give a damn about that boy, and you know it.”
I ease up on his throat just enough so he can speak. His face is turning an interesting shade of red. Oh yeah, he’s getting ready to say something stupid.
“You can’t stop me from seeing my son. I’ll take Amelia to court and get custody of him and make it so she doesn’t see him again. I’ll tell the courts she’s an unfit mother who whore?—”
I don’t let him finish his sentence before I slam my fist against his face, sending him staggering sideways. I grip his filthy shirt and punch him again before throwing him to the floor.
I move to where he tries to pull himself up and kick him in the ribs, sending him back down. I use my boot to nudge him to his back and plant my heavy boot on his throat. “You think to call Amelia a whore again, I’ll kill you. I won’t blink twice slitting your throat. I’ll make sure to bury your body where no one will find you. You’ve fucked both of them over for the last time. You stay the fuck away from them. I even see you come near either one and I will see you to the doors of Hell. You do not exist for either of them anymore. Do you understand me?”
I lift my boot just enough for him to answer.
“Fuck you,” he croaks out.
Wrong answer.
Pulling my boot away completely, I step back, bend, and lift his sorry ass off the floor, only to punch him in the jaw and send him staggering back. At least he didn’t go back to the floor.
Russell curls his lip and half-ass launches herself at me, swinging widely. I throw an upper-cut, sending him back. He stumbles, unable to catch his fall, and lands on his ass.
“You get me yet?”
“You can’t do this,” he spews. “I’ll make you pay. Maybe I’ll go after that sweet piece I hear you’ve been fuckin’.”
At his threat, I see red. He’ll pay for that. Launching myself at him, I swing, throw punches, hitting him until his face is bloody, and he’s damn near unconscious.
“You come near my woman, I’ll gut you. Stay the fuck away from Dylan and Amelia. Do you hear me?” I demand with a snarl.
Russell is at least smart at this point to nod as he croaks out his answer, “Get you.”
“Good.”
Getting up, I stalk to the door and out into the fresh air and take a much-needed amount of it in. I don’t bother looking back or closing the door. Russell can get his ass up and do it himself.
With long strides, I make my way to my bike, grip the handle, swing a leg over, and straddle her, ready to get back to Della. Now that I have this task done, I can get back to her so we can do as we have planned.
First things first, though, I’m gonna take a different kind of ride with my woman. One where I take her on all fours and slam inside her as I wanted to do before the call came in.
Yeah, that sounds like a perfect way to get her ready for a long day of riding pressed up against me. Maybe later, when we get back home, I’ll have her ride me. I do enjoy the view of her tits bouncing as she grinds herself up and down my dick.
I can see it in my head, and the very thought washes away the shitty part of my morning. I grin and start my bike, looking forward to getting back to Della.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Shadow
“Sleep, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of my woman’s head, holding her close as I reach for my phone on the nightstand.
“Hmm,” she utters in her sleepiness.
Not even an hour ago, I fucked her into exhaustion. Now, with my phone ringing, I don’t want to wake her.
