Page 23 of Knight's Last Chance

“Don’t even think about it,” she scolds, her eyes locking with mine on the mirror. “This is your son’s birthday. Of course, everyone will notice if the birthday boy’s parents suddenly disappear.”

Right, it would be terrible to disappear and leave our guests none the wiser. The fact that our son’s birthday party is happening away from our home makes it even harder for us to sneak away for more than a few minutes. Our three-year-old son happens to have a birthday the same week as Priest and Sky’s one-year-old daughter, and we all agreed celebrate together this year. The day was going well until one of the kids decided to throw her half-eaten mashed potatoes at my wife whose only crime was trying to feed the toddler.

Watching my wife, I can’t help but think of the exciting and glorious four years we’ve shared.

Before Rhea, I never really viewed myself as a family man. I was a biker, born and raised in the club. Most of the men in the club share the same story. While many joined the club as adults, some of us were raised in the club by cold unfeeling men who found themselves on the wrong side of the law more often than not. They were in and out of prison, believing in a false sense of security that the club was untouchable, and that’s why they were taken by surprise by a sting operation that happened ten years ago and resulted in most of the older members getting arrested and imprisoned for life, leaving behind their sons to carry on what they’d started. We were all raised to be hard men who cared for nothing but the club.

Except that’s not what happened.

Recent years have shown that those teachings did not take hold. Unlike our predecessors who were bitter old men incapable of love, the younger generation proved to be different, mostly because Priest was different. He showed us that we don’t have to be criminals or cruel to be respected. We’re no angels and we certainly don’t always stay on the right side of the law, but we’re better than our fathers ever were. We’ve learned that the most dangerous men are those with something—someone—to protect.

I now have two precious people in my life I would give my all to protect, and anyone who dared hurt my wife or child would beg for death before I was through with them. I did not become the vice president of the Steel Order club for no reason.

“Done.”

Rhea’s voice draws me back to the present, and I turn to find her straightening the dress. She must’ve grabbed it when I was too lost in my head. I scan her body in the sundress, and just like that, I want to tear it off her, push her against the sink and drive my cock into her snug little pussy. I bet I can have her moaning for my cock in three minutes tops.

“Oh no, you don’t!”

My little wife must notice the dangerous glint in my eyes because she lifts her hands, eyes narrowed on me when I approach her. She slaps my chest, her eyes shifting to the locked door.

“We’ll be quiet and quick,” I rasp, leaning down and brushing my lips over the side of her mouth.

“Please, we both know that’s not possible.”

“I need you,” I whisper roughly, grabbing her chin and tilting her head to the side to trace my lips down the slope of her neck.

She moans out my name, pushing back to meet my eyes, and I read the hunger in her gaze, but unlike mine which is fervent and urgent, hers is more controlled, and I need her on the same level I am.

“Knight, we can’t, not here,” she whispers rationally, but she’s already reaching for my zipper. Before she can take me out, however, we catch the sounds of a commotion happening outside.

“Fuck!” I curse under my breath, but our instincts as parents have us running out of the bathroom and following the noise outside. I search for my son first before quickly assessing what the threat is, and once I’ve assured myself that my son is safe, I step forward to investigate why a bunch of my brothers are gathered at the gate.

I bite back a groan when I notice the familiar figures standing beyond the human wall of men.

“I want to see my babies,” yells the only woman I have ever truly hated. Every year since our son’s birth, like clockwork, Rhea’s mother and stepfather show up to cause a scene. Had she been any other person, I would have planted a bullet between her eyes a long time ago, but as much as we both hate her, I know Rhea wouldn’t want me to kill her mother.

“You’re not welcome here,” Priest says coldly. “Leave.”

“Are you really going to deny me the chance to meet my grandbabies? They deserve to know their grandparents.”

What she really means is she wants money for drugs, I think. She doesn’t care about anyone but her damn self.

I turn around to find Rhea standing a few feet behind me with Sky, both women hugging their children and shielding them from the scene playing out. The other club wives gather around them and usher them back toward the clubhouse. I let out a sigh, irritated by this attention-seeking woman and pissed at the interruption she caused.

My cock is still half hard and aching with the need to plow into my wife, maybe even get her pregnant with another child. Fuck, just the thought alone is enough to have my blood boiling, and this miserable woman is getting in the way of that.

I push my way through my brothers and stop next to Priest, drawing my gun and holding it on the woman’s silent partner, watching with satisfaction as his face turns sheet white.

“I’ll be generous enough to count to five, and if you are still here, there will be two bullets planted in each of your skulls by the end of the countdown.”

“You wouldn’t,” the woman taunts me. I take the safety off and lift the gun, this time pointing it at her forehead. I make my expression is hard and cold, letting what Sky calls my “psycho gleam” to show in my eyes.

“One,” I count.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“The man who married your daughter. I am surprised you don’t recognize me. We’ve met before. Two.”

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