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“Those kids are m-mine.”
“No clue what the fuck you’re talking about.” Leaning back on the counter, I try to get out of this guy’s personal space because he stinks like shit.
“I’m sorry about Betsy.” Sweat is beading on his forehead. “The kids know me. I–I mean that they know me, but don’t know me.” He slightly laughs. “If you know what I mean.”
“I really don’t.”
“Betsy, she–she didn’t want them to know me, and I really didn’t care, you know? I–I don’t need the man following me a–around so–so I keep my na–name off th–things. You–you see me and Bets, w–we go back. Got busy and shit, but th–there’s no way th–that I was ready to be a father back then. But those k–kids are mine. I know it.”
“You don’t know shit.”
“I can get ca–clean and the s–system will help me and I can ta–take those kids back. But f–for a price you’ll n–never see me a–again.”
Gripping this pussy by the neck, I lift his pathetic body off the ground. His eyes widen as I tighten my grip on his neck. His nails, that are dirty as fuck, dig into my skin, but I don’t give a shit.
“The fuck you say?” I spit. “You think you’re gonna threaten me? You think you can shake me down?” His legs continue to kick, hitting my shin, even my fucking balls, but the threat that just came from his mouth makes it so I feel nothing. “Do you even know who the fuck I am? What I am?”
“I-I’m their dad,” he rasps.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m the only blood family they will ever know. Their piece of shit mother was smart enough to at least tell them about me, and because of that, I’m all they fucking have. You are nothing.”
Watching his lips turn blue from lack of oxygen has my adrenaline rushing. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve gotten off on some douchebag’s pain, but it’s like riding a fucking bike. You never really forget how it feels. “You come near me or my family again and I will kill you. I’ll fucking slit your shit from throat to dick and not think twice. You hear me, yeah?”
He doesn’t respond.
I walk towards the door of the store with the now almost unconscious piece of shit, I kick open the glass and toss him out, not giving a shit if that fucker slams his head into the concrete below. I turn and leave through the back, making my way over to the clubhouse. Rob Masters made a big fucking mistake thinking he could hone in on what’s mine.
Those kids are mine and Jenni’s and no one else’s.
“I need you to run a Rob Masters through whatever shit you run names through.”
“Come again?” Cut says.
“I need you to find out information on a Rob Masters. Probably from around here. I don’t fucking know, but I want the information.”
“What’s this about?” Dyke, who’s sitting on the couch with his laptop, asks.
“This fucker came to the shop spouting shit about him being the kids’ father and how he’ll get clean and take the kids, or I can pay him off and I’ll never see him again.”
“You’re fucking joking,” Cut says.
“No, I’m not fucking joking.” I slam my hand on the wooden surface of Cut’s desk. “Ask fucking Savannah. She was there. He was all tweaked out, smelling like ass and saying that he’s their father, and now I need to get his information and find out where he fucking lives.”
“And then do what?”
“I’ll fucking kill him.” A feminine gasp comes from the doorway where I forgot to shut the door. Of course, I know who it is before I even turn around.
“Tylan?”
“Fuck me.” Dropping my head, I curse under my breath.
“What’s going on?” She walks into the office. “Savannah called me said that I needed to get over here. What happened?”
“It seems like bio-dad has made an appearance,” Dyke cuts in. “Lick wants me to find him.”
“Yeah, I heard that. And then what? Kill him? Is that what you said?”
“Yeah.”
