Page 61 of Judge
“Thats bullshit and we know it. Look how happy Lovely is, you know you can’t take that away from her,” Mad Dog says, looking ready to go to war for her. Those two are close. I think Mad Dog is the type of father Lovely deserves to have in her life.
“Yeah, alright.” Pops eyes Marx and Lovely, “Doesn’t mean I can’t mess with him.” Pops grins and shuffles off, hot footing it over to the big littles.
“Ah shit, who’s in charge of him and those kids?”
“Debs,” Me, Tank and Fox and Nitro say in unison.
“Thank fuck,” Dex exhales.
The whistle blows and I watch as Jax runs up, lightly tapping the ball, his sister running in behind him in a practiced move. They’re like magic on the field, their twin thing they do has them working in perfect unison.
“So fucking smooth the way they work together,” Savage mutters.
Annie passes the ball to some dark-haired kid on the team but my eyes aren’t on the journey of the ball. No, they’re on that fat ginger fucker who’s moving toward Annie.
“Take her out, Liam!” Booms across the field, Liam Wilson’s fat fuck father has his fat fuck finger pointed directly at my baby girl.
I watch as his ginger kid turns to look at his red piggy dad, then at Annie. I see when he hesitates, I hear when his father yells the instruction out again and when Liam decides he has to do exactly what his piggy dad has said, his mother grinning widely.
“Oh hell no,” I growl readying myself to step in between my baby and the ginger before I teach his fat fuck father a lesson.
Liam starts to pick up speed, headed directly for Annie like a heat seeking missile. Her eyes grow wide but before Liam can make contact Jax rams into him from the side, pushing him away from his sister.
Chelsea Wilson screeches from their side of the field, barking instructions and calling our women skanks and whores while her husband stomps over to our sons who are tussling on the muddy ground.
“Oh it’s ON again!” Mira yells and all hell breaks loose.
“Wooo! I called it! Hand over my winnings, brothers,” Rider shouts.
“They’re just having words, no blows have been traded!” Savage yells back.
“Give it time!”
Kai goes flying across the field, meeting Chelsea Masters in the middle, the rest of the girl gang facing off with her cronies. I have no idea what Chelsea says to Kai, but I’ve seen that look before and it’s not going to end well, I know that.
“Ow! You bitch!”
Our heads snap toward the sound, my eyes widening when I realize it was Lovely that struck the first blow, “Say that again, bitch!”
“Shit! Buttercup! Get away from that woman!” Marx legs it to his old lady while Rider, Rhodie and Chef demand payment from the brothers who bet that this shit wouldn’t happen again this week.
“Get off me asshole!” Jax yells. He throws his elbow to shake Liam’s pig face father off him, connecting with his piggy nose instead.
“You little fucker!”
“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. My. Son.” I grit out, Fuckface turning even more red than before.
“Tell your trash to keep his hands off my kid before I make a few calls to make sure heneverhas a future in this town,” he sneers, blood dripping down his chin, looking at us like we’re dog shit.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
With that one word I rear back and punch him directly into his doughy fucking face. The wimp collapses in a heap, a wet patch forming on his jeans.
“Pussy,” Jax spits, staring down at him.
The ginger kid stares shocked eyes at his father, then at me, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I should have just left her alone. I don’t want any trouble,” I follow his gaze to where it keeps flitting between me and something behind me.
