Page 109 of Blade

“What the hell is going on? Why does he need to talk to my woman?” Blade asked.

“Your what?” I yelled, leaping from my seat.

“Did I stutter?” Blade retorted, also getting to his feet.

“Both of you sit your asses down,” King ordered. “I need both of you to get your tempers under control. Fuck, how did I become the calm one here?” He leaned his elbows on the table, his attention on Blade. “Tell us about growing up with Beck.”

Still standing, Blade asked, “Why?”

“Are you questioning your president, fucker?” King challenged him with narrowed eyes focused on Blade.

“Yes, I fucking am.”

King walked over and stood toe to toe with Blade.

“You will tell me what I want to hear, or I will take your fucking patch.”

Blade took a step back. He removed the cut from his shoulders and laid it on the table. Crossing his arms, he glared at King.

“Put that fucking cut back on before I beat your fucking ass.”

“Tell me what the fuck is going on!” Blade demanded.

King groaned before saying, “You’re lucky the only one here is my fucking brother. If you pulled this shit in front of a member, your ass would be in the ring.”

Blade pointed at the camera we all knew hid in the room and challenged, “Nav is watching.”

“No, he isn’t. I told him to shut the fucking camera off. This isn’t club business, this is personal. Put that fucking cut back on and don’t take it off again,” King demanded, turning his back on Blade, knowing he would do as he was told.

Letting out a slow breath, Blade grabbed his cut, sliding it back into place, and began. He told us about how he met my daughter for the first time and her childhood with him, her grandmother, and her bitch mother. Listening to how her mother treated her had me heated.

She didn’t fucking want her, that was clear by her treatment of her. Thank God she had Willow. Connie thought so little of me she kept me from my daughter all these years. I knew she thought a simple beat cop was beneath her. I was good enough to fuck her, just not good enough to build a life with her.

Standing from my seat, I paced once again.

I could feel King’s eyes on me. Watching me to make sure I didn’t leap over this table and pound this fucker into the ground for hurting my baby girl.

Christ, I have a daughter.

“Enough!” I turned to my little brother.

He would have been thirteen when Beck was born.

“Go get her. I need to talk to her.”

“I need to know you won’t kill my road captain while I’m gone,” King said, grinning.

“Not without finding out why he needs to die first.”

King pointed his finger at Blade. “Keep your mouth shut until I get back, brother.”

“What the fuck is going on, King? I promised her grandfather I would take care of her.”

“Great fucking job you did, huh? Where the fuck were you for half her life?” I sneered.

“Why do you fucking care? What does any of this have to do with you?”

Leaning my hands on the table, I leaned toward the little shit. “She’s my fucking daughter, asshole!”

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