Kink's Way (4 page)

“You know the club has your back, and there isn’t
anyone that is going to take away what’s yours,” Lucien said with this hard
bite in his voice. He stood, and Kink did the same.

“Thanks, brother.” They clapped each other on the
back, and Kink saw this serious look come over Lucien’s face.

“You’re my VP, and I have your back, but get it together,
man. I need you level headed to keep this club running smoothly. I know you
have a lot on your plate, and if you need time away to get it sorted just say
the word.”

Kink shook his head before Lucien finished. “I don’t
need time away. What I need is to get my daughter from that bitch, and
everything will be good.”

Lucien didn’t respond right away. He took a step
back and gave Kink a hard look. “You can bullshit the guys, even bullshit
yourself, but don’t lie to my fuckin’ face.”

Kink didn’t know how to respond, because yeah, he
was lying to Lucien, himself, and everyone else around him.

“Just get your shit together, yah?”

Kink slowly nodded, feeling his anger build once
more. He loved Lucien like a brother, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be
talked to like a child.

Lucien turned to leave, but stopped right before he
opened the door. He looked over his shoulder at Kink and said, “And quit acting
like Cookie isn’t anything to you, because no Brother nearly beats a prospect’s
ass because he was talking to a woman.” Lucien didn’t move, didn’t change his
blank expression. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t said those words with enough
conviction and truth that Kink felt it all the way to his bones. “And don’t
start crap in the club again unless you are ready to claim Cookie as an old
lady. Only then can you beat someone’s ass over talking to her, you know that.”
There was a moment of silence that passed between them. “Because if you start
this again and keep denying what you want, you and me will be throwing it down,
got it?”

Kink didn’t respond, just gritted his teeth and
nodded. He knew he needed to get his act together, get his head straight, and
he hoped his life could go back to the way it had been—without female drama
that fucked with him. But Lucien was right.

Lucien left him alone in the office, and Kink sat
back down on the chair. He breathed out and braced his elbows on his thighs,
and stared at the rusted and dented file cabinet across from him. What he
wanted to do was take Callie away from Sarah. Hell, he’d had enough talks with
his daughter to know that Sarah ignored Callie, spent most of her time with her
douche-bag boyfriend, and bitched at her for everything. He would have gotten
full custody of his kid years ago, but his life was not healthy for a child.
But then again look at what Callie had to put up with. As much as he wanted to
just go over there, beat the boyfriend’s fucking face in, and take Callie away
from Sarah, he was going to play this one by the books. He didn’t want his kid
in an even harder situation, and he certainly didn’t want to go to jail because
of what he did.

He closed his eyes, feeling a lot older than his
forty years. And then his thoughts turned to Cookie, and what Lucien had said.
He wasn’t ready for an old lady, and certainly not one that probably didn’t
trust men given her background. But he also couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t
want Cookie, and that just the thought of another man even talking to her
pissed him the hell off.

“Get your head together. Acting like this is
dangerous for everyone.”

And now he was talking to himself. He had seriously
lost it, and he knew if he wasn’t careful he’d leave a destructive path in his
wake.

Chapter Three

Callie
tossed back the third shot of the night, and hissed out from the burn. The
alcohol was nasty as hell, but she didn’t care. She was looking forward to the
oblivion that the liquor would give her. She wanted to forget about Sarah, and
how she was a shitty mother, and about Sarah’s loser boyfriend. She didn’t want
to think about her mom trying to take her to California only because Dale got
some shitty job with his buddies out there, and her mom was too much of a wimp
to stand up to them. Callie’s life was here in Colorado, and she didn’t want to
leave. She’d miss her dad, miss the mountains, and hell, she might even miss
Robbie.

She
glanced over at her boyfriend, saw him smoking a joint with some of his
buddies, and curled her lip. Nah, she wouldn’t miss him. He was a fun time for
sure, well, when he wasn’t being an inconsiderate asshole, but he allowed her
the freedom and excitement she needed right now in her life. But he wasn’t good
enough that she was even going to think about giving it up to him, which he
seemed to want her to do with increasing frequency lately, even trying to tell
her that they should “seal the deal” before she moved.

She
turned and grabbed a beer from the cooler on the ground beside her, and shook
her head. God, to think she was wasting her time on him, on any of this. But it
was a hell of a lot better than being in the same house with her mom. And then
there was her dad, this badass biker that loved her unconditionally, but
couldn’t even take her away because his life wasn’t “fit for a child”. Well, he
should have thought about that before he had knocked up a woman he had taken
home from the bar. She saw Robbie stand and make his way over to her. He had a
joint hanging between his lips and this cocky ass smile on his face.

“Hey
girl, you want to get fucked up?” he said and pulled the joint from between his
lips. He held it out to her.

“I’m
already getting fucked up on my own. I don’t need any pot to help that along.”

His
grin widened, and he brought the joint back to his mouth. He inhaled deeply and
held her gaze with his own cold, black one.

That
was the thing about Robbie: he thought he was God’s gift to women, had this
freaky wild side, and just didn’t give a shit. Maybe that was why she had
wanted him right away, because he could give her something aside from being
bitched at by her mom on a daily basis, and living this dull existence. One
would think having a biker father would have been an exciting lifestyle, but it
was the opposite. Her dad kept her away from anything MC related. Although she
knew the guys in The Brothers of Menace club, and even had a crush on one of
them since she was a little girl, she never got to hang around the club members
much even though she saw them like a second family. It sucked a lot, but she
just hoped her dad was able to work something out so she didn’t have to leave.
Even if she couldn’t live with him, she’d be eighteen next month, and no way in
hell was she staying with Sarah after that. She’d move back to Colorado, and
find a way to support herself.

Robbie
moved closer to her until his chest pressed against hers, grabbed her behind
the head, and leaned in low to press his lips against hers. She didn’t know
what he was doing at first, but when he blew the marijuana smoke from his mouth
into hers, she pushed him back.

“You
asshole.”
She coughed from the smoke, not because she wasn’t used to it, but because he
had taken her so off guard.

He
grinned and went back to puffing on his joint. “Hey, I want you
loose
, baby.” He moved toward her again and leaned in close
so his mouth was by her ear this time. “Come on, Callie, how about you give me
that cherry tonight?”

“God,
you fucking pig.”
She pushed him away again. “Is that all you think about? And then trying to get
me drunk, and what, take advantage of me?”

This
hard look crossed his face. “You’re one uptight cock-tease, and you’re acting
like a cunt right now.”

She
curled her hands into fists. “Fuck you, Robbie.” The shots were really hitting
her hard now, and with the smoke he had made her inhale, she was feeling pretty
funky. She pushed past him and went to sit on the couch. But given the fact
Robbie looked pissed as hell he didn’t come over and apologize for being a
dick. Instead he moved over to Laura Carlton, a slut from high school that gave
it up to anyone that would buy her dinner. Callie narrowed her eyes when Robbie
stopped right in front of Laura, leaned in low, and whispered something
probably filthy in her ear.

That fucking
asshole.

Laura
smiled, looked at Robbie, and nodded. Yeah, the bitch was totally going to give
it up to him tonight. Well fuck them both. Robbie looked over at her, smiled
widely, but Callie gave him the middle finger and stood. Right before she
turned her back on him she saw Robbie’s grin fall. Good, she hoped the asshole
realized she was the type of girl that would knee him in the balls if the time
called for it. She snagged the bottle of cheap tequila off the counter and made
her way outside. The backyard was small, with a bunch of junk lying in one
corner. She didn’t even really know the person throwing the party. It was more
of a friend of a friend kind of thing. She took a seat on one of the busted up
lawn chairs and took a swig of the foul tasting alcohol. The majority of the
people here weren’t even in high school anymore, and aside from Robbie, Laura,
and a couple of other people that she really didn’t hang out with, she was the
odd man out at this party. She glanced at the bottle in her hand and grimaced.
Her stomach roiled, and she set the bottle down. She was already
drunk,
and now high thanks to Robbie, and really just wanted
to go home. She headed back inside, looked around for Robbie, and when she
couldn’t find him she headed over to one of his deadbeat friend playing cards
in the corner.

“
You seen
Robbie?” Her voice slurred, and she cleared her
throat and braced a hand on the table. God, the alcohol was really starting to
come on strong now. A few of the guys glanced at each other, and although they
hadn’t said anything yet, she knew damn well what they were thinking. “What
fucking bedroom is he in?”

One
of the guys looked a little apprehensive, but he did point toward the back
hallway. She looked over her shoulder, knowing what she was going to find, but
not about to let it roll off her shoulders. She had never been the type of girl
that just sat back and let people walk all over her, and maybe that was why she
didn’t have any friends that were girls. Hell, she hardly had any guy friends
either, but she got along with them better than the bitches she had gone to
school with. She turned and headed toward the lone bedroom in this piece of
shit apartment, stopped at the closed door, and heard the moaning coming from
the other side. Maybe she was sick for even contemplating seeing what was on
the other side, or maybe she was a stupid ass for caring that Robbie was
clearly fucking some slut. It wasn’t like they had been going out for very
long, a month really, but she had known deep down that he was not the right guy
for her.

She
twisted the handle and pushed the door open, and the sight in front of her
really didn’t shock Callie. Laura on her back, her legs spread as wide as they
could go, and Robbie rutting around between them like he was an animal having a
seizure. She didn’t feel hurt, didn’t feel jealousy, and in fact felt slightly
sick at the sight. But what she did feel was hatred for Robbie, Laura, and most
of all herself.

“I
hope you liked nasty snatch, Robbie, because that’s all you’ll ever get.”

He
glanced over his shoulder at her, but before he could say anything she slammed
the door and turned back to walk down the hallway. Everyone was staring at her,
but she didn’t care. “Get a good look, assholes,” she muttered under her breath
and stormed out of the apartment. Callie went down the cracked and chipped
stone steps and started making her way down the street. She grabbed her phone, the
numbers blurry, and cursed herself. She was so damn drunk, and no way was she
going to call her dad or mom. She tried to call one of her guy friends, but all
she got was the voicemail.

“Goddammit.”
She cursed
aloud and saw a shifty looking bench sitting under a streetlamp. This
neighborhood really wasn’t really the best, but she needed to sit down because
she was going to be sick otherwise. Once on the bench she looked at her phone
again. It was already after midnight, and although her mom might still be up,
the amount of bitching she would hear because she was drunk, and because Callie
had woken her up, was not drama she wanted to deal with right now. Her father …
yeah,
not going
to happen. He may be a hard ass, and
frighten a lot of people—her included sometimes with his coarse attitude—but he
had been more of a parent figure than anyone in her life. He wouldn’t yell at
her, wouldn’t ground her or slap her around. What he would say was that he was
disappointed in her, and that would hurt a lot worse than her mother
striking
her.

She
stared at her phone and the numbers that ran together, and before she knew what
she was doing or who she was calling from her contact list the phone was
ringing and she was bringing it to her ear. God, she was getting drunker by the
minute, or at least it felt like that. She leaned back on the bench, thinking
she might have called Ian, another one of the guys she considered a friend. She
needed to him to be up, because she needed a place to crash, and at least Ian’s
parents were usually passed out drunk, so they wouldn’t have an issue with a
girl spending the night. But no way in hell was she going home like this, and
thank God she had told her mom she was saying over at the party.