“You will not come to my house and start barking orders at me. I don’t work for you. Do you understand me?”
Red clucks his tongue. “This is a nice house you have here. And a nice family you have. It would be a shame for something to happen to ruin that. Don’t you think?”
My eyes widen as I stare at the men in the standoff through the door.
“Get off my property! Right now!” My dad demands.
“Someone looks rather afraid, don’t you think?” Red taunts one final time. “You don’t want me to come back here.”
218
Axl
My ex-wife, Trina, is a cunt. This mother fucking whore has really gone out of her way this time. She completely forgot to pick up our son from the babysitter’s house and now I have to go pick him up and take him to school.
What’s worse? His new teacher, Ms. Burns, wants to have a meeting with me to discuss his behavior.
My anger rises as I run out to my bike. Quickly, I make sure I have the helmets on the back of my bike for when I get my son, Braydon.
“Where ya goin’, prez?” Neo asks.
I look over at the man with bright green hair who is walking over to his own bike to give me back up.
“I’m good, bro. I gotta get Bray from a babysitter and go to the school.”
I’m jumping on my bike to leave when Neo chuckles. “When are ya gonna nip that bitch?”
“I know. I know. I’m gettin’ tired of the drama, too.”
I start the throttle on my bike to get out of here. The quicker I get my son, the quicker I can get this meeting over with. I have no desire to meet Ms. Burns.
What the hell am I going to do with this bitch of an ex-wife? I have tried paying her to go away and I’ve tried setting her up out of the state to get her to go away.
It wasn’t always this bad, though. Things got worse after Braydon was born and her depression got worse. She accused me of fucking other girls even though she was fucking anything that walked and had a pulse. It got really bad when I walked in on her trying to seduce my dad, the old president of The Dark Leopards MC.
My dad warned me from the beginning that something was off with Trina but I was in love with the easy pussy. And, she let me stick my dick in every hole of her body. She never cared where I got off.
I thought it was love.
After Braydon was born, she was diagnosed with Post-Partum Depression and she self-medicated on every drug she could get her hands on. It didn’t matter if it was prescription or street drugs. Her drug use got out of hand when I found out she was trying to sell herself for a couple of bumps.
With our son in the room.
Turns out, the courts don’t really think much of a biker and his ol’ lady fighting for custody of a child when they are both not up-scale citizens.
I feel my phone buzz in my pocket but I ignore it. I know the way to this asshole’s house and I’m almost there. I just want to get my son on my bike and get the fuck outta here.
In our small town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, we’re very well known. Which is good and bad. Most of the locals duck out of the way when they see me riding towards the babysitter’s house. The babysitter is a coke-head who is known to turn a couple of tricks on the side.
I’m pulling into the driveway in no time and I already see Braydon’s little head peeking out of the window as he hears the rumble of my bike. I know he gets excited to see me and gets excited to spend time with the guys.
He also gets excited when we go on secret missions. My son is a pretty cool kid. I just wish we could get rid of his mom all together so we can be each other’s family.
I’m parking my bike and climbing off of it as the screen door to the nasty trailer slams against the wall of the trailer. Braydon’s running full force towards me with the biggest smile on his face.
“Hey, dad!” He chimes as he launches into my space. Braydon’s already putting the helmet over his reddish-brown hair and about to climb on the back of my bike before I can even greet him.
“You get your ass back here, boy!” Carla, the babysitter, hisses at Braydon.
“Excuse me?” I bark at her. I’m trying to tame the beast inside of me from being unleashed. No one talks to my son like that and doesn’t get ripped to shreds. I don’t give two fucks if she’s his babysitter.
Carla steps through the screen door with a cigarette in her hand and her four little dogs running out next to her. Her dogs hate me for the obvious reason and I hate them. They are disgusting little ankle biters.
This fucking bastard of a biker. He thinks he can do whatever he wants whenever he wants.
This bitch is talking shit about me? Are you serious right now? I’m going to kill her.
I could step on them and make them go away.
“Your son can’t run out of my house like this!”
I want to throw my head back and laugh at her audacity for telling my son what to do. The other half of me is ready to shift and fuck her up.
“My son can do whatever he wants. You can tell Trina to find a new babysitter. This is the last time Braydon stays here. You get me?” I growl at her.
The little woman with greasy hair starts to back away. She knows what she did and she knows that she fucked up. She
