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I throw my hands in the air and shake my head. “What are you going to do, Dad? Find another guard to act as a college student and hope I don’t fuck this one or are you going to lock me in my room?” Dad’s face turns an angry shade of red. He hates when I bring up the past. He hired a guard behind my back and had him enroll in the same college as me, acting like a student so he could keep an eye on me. What he didn’t expect was for me to fall for my guard and sleep with him. When he found out, he lost his shit and I never saw my guard again. That is the reason I have fucking trust issues.
“I’m not going to do either of those things but what I won’t allow to happen is for you to speak to your mother that way. You’re angry at me, not her, so take all that anger out on the right person.”
My brows raise and a sly smirk crosses my face. “Uncle Rook?” I call out.
“Meela, no,” Aunt Koby warns, but I pin my aunt with a look that has her shaking her head and fighting not to smile. “Oh, yeah, she really is like you, King.” Dad frowns but says nothing as Uncle Rook enters the room.
“What’s happening?” he asks as he darts his gaze from his wife to my parents, and then finally settles on me.
“Dad said I can take my anger out on him.” My father pales as realization dawns on him at what I have planned.
“Amelia, I won’t do it–”
I cut him off. “I need the key to your gym, Dad and I are gonna go three rounds in the ring.” My uncle’s brows jump to his hairline.
“Uh, I don’t think… Meela, you won’t win.” Aunt Koby snorts and pins her husband with an incredulous look.
“I beg to differ. Anya, Kiara, Carlina, Ally and myself all trained that girl how to fight. If they go at it, my money is on my niece.” I shoot my aunt a grateful smile.
“I’m not going to fight my own fucking daughter,” Dad snaps.
“I volunteer to take his place.” I spin around to see Chanel waltzing into the room with a shit-eating grin on her face.
“No,” Dad growls, but we both ignore him. Chanel doesn’t stop until we are an inch apart. I look my cousin over and can tell in her mind she has already won this fight. That’s okay though, I’m used to being underestimated, I have been my whole life.
“We can’t leave, Bishop has the compound on lockdown,” Uncle Rook says.
“We gloving it?” Chanel asks.
“Nope, meet me in the backyard in ten minutes,” I grit out. We ignore the protests of everyone behind us as we lay out our terms.
A cruel smile crosses her beautiful face. “We tapping or knock out?”
“Knock out,” I say with such conviction that the smile on her normally unreadable face falters slightly. None of my cousins have ever seen me fight, they all think I ran off to med school and stopped training, but I didn’t. I may not be able to hack and all that other shit like them but I can fight better than all of them. Chanel is a dead shot, there is no question about that, but she lacks the stamina to go three five-minute rounds in the ring. “This will only happen once, cousin,” I warn. “WhenI win, you, Royal and the twins are to get the hell off my back and stop giving me shit for not wanting to be a part of this life.”
She darts her gaze over my shoulder and I have no doubt that Royal, Havoc and Chaos are now in the room and she is seeking out their agreement.
A second later she answers, “Deal. But, after I win you have to agree to stop acting like you aren’t a Murdoch and start being more present in our family… because like it or not, Amelia, that is what we are, family.”
Gage
How the fuckdid we end up in the backyard in the middle of a crisis watching our nieces fight?
Don’t get shit twisted, I always knew my family was fucked up but this is a whole new level of fucked. I look around at the others wondering which one of their parents is going to step forward and stop this madness. We are family and we don’t fight amongst ourselves. We are supposed to be a united front! I look across from me and shoot Kiara a look imploring her to get Bishop to step in and stop the girls from beating the shit out of each other.
“You can’t stop it.” I look to my side and purse my lips at my wife, who keeps her gaze focused ahead on the girls.
“We shouldn’t be allowing this shit to happen. They are family and this isn’t what we do.” She turns to me and I freeze at the look in her blue eyes. She turns to face me and rests her hand flat against my chest.
“Baby, this isn't how you and your siblings did things but this is their way of doing things.”
“You’re okay with our nieces beating the shit out of each other but the thought of our daughter wanting to go pro for the MMA you’re against?” Her eyes narrow, warning me not to push her on this. Fuck that. I grip the back of her neck and pull her against me until our foreheads touch, my other hand gripping her ass, drawing a shocked gasp from her. “She doesn’t want to be a lawyer, baby, she wants to fight,” I whisper.
A whoosh of air escapes her. “I know. I hate that I can’t support her but she is all I will have, Gage. I can never carry a child and I could never ask Vincent or Carlina to do what they did for us again.”
It grates on my fucking nerves that even after all these years my crazy, stunning, badass, loving, murdering machine of a wife still harbors feelings of guilt for not being able to carry a child for us on her own. Carlina offering to carry a child for us was a gift so selfless I didn’t know how to thank my sister for doing what she did. Watching my daughter grow inside my sister was bitter sweet, did I wish it was my wife carrying our daughter? Fuck yes. But, the truth is, I don’t care who carried Destiny. At the end of the day, watching her be brought into this world was a gift I will never forget. Anya, Vincent, Carlina and me were a team that day. My brother-in-law is just as selfless as my sister, never once batting an eye or making us feel a certain way for his wife carrying our daughter.
“She is allweneed. Let go of all that guilt you carry around. All I need is you and our daughter but you can’t allow your worries to hold her back. She wants to please you and with that, she will give up her dream of MMA to become a lawyer, because it’s what you want.”
