Page 30 of Jackass

“I am here to take Charlie home,” the woman professed, standing there, hands on her hips, as she glared at me.

“Like hell,” I muttered.

“Auntie Carrie.” Charlie stirred in my arms.

“Oh, baby, come to Auntie Carrie.” She lifted her arms up to take my daughter.

“Woman, you better back the fuck off. My daughter isn’t going anywhere.”

“Daddy, you said a bad word again,” Charlie admonished me, never lifting her head from my shoulder.

My eyes sought the bar when I heard my president chuckle.

“I know, baby, Daddy does that a lot when he’s angry,” I told her, rubbing her back reassuringly, letting her know she was safe.

“Are you angry at Auntie Carrie?”

“Yes,” I snarled as I glared at the woman again.

Charlie lifted her head. She put her little hands on my cheeks and turned my head so she could look at me.

“Why are you angry at Auntie Carrie? Auntie Carrie is nice, Daddy.”

Carrie smirked at me, crossing her arms over her chest like she had won something.

“Shortcake, Daddy will get mad at anyone that tries to take you from me.” I kissed her forehead and kept hold of her.

There was no way I was letting her go until I talked to Sammy.

The clubhouse doors opened and there was Sammy. She walked in, followed by Beck and Rachel.

“Mommy.” Charlie wiggled to get down, but I held her tight.

“Wait for Mommy to come to us, Charlie.” I didn’t trust the woman who’d tried to take my daughter. I wasn’t letting her near Charlie.

“Hey, baby, did you have fun with Daddy today?” Sammy reached for our daughter and deftly plucked her from my arms.

Hugging her close, Sammy took a deep breath.

“Sam, can I take Charlie?” Carrie asked, walking toward Sammy and Charlie. Sammy looked over at Carrie.

I stepped between them before Carrie got close.

“Bitch, I told you to back the fuck off.” I growled, low and deadly.

I needed her to realize I was serious.

“Jack, what is going on?” Sammy placed a hand on my back and all the tension left my body.

“Sam, please tell him who I am. He won’t let me near Charlie. I haven’t seen her in over twenty-four hours. I just want to snuggle her.” Carrie glared at me. She was waiting for Sammy to make me give in. Bitch had a long wait ahead of her.

“And I haven’t seen her for the last four years. You aren’t taking my daughter anywhere. She is staying here with her mother and me. You can fuck off,” I said with my finger pointed at her face.

“Jack, please,” Sammy whispered behind me. “Carrie isn’t taking her anywhere. She just wants to see her. They have been together every day since Charlie was born.”

I swung around on Sammy and glared at her. “Haven’t you ever heard the saying‘you look with your eyes, not your hands,’Sammy? She can see her just fine from where she is.”

“Jack—”