Page 67 of Jackass

Everyone turned to see Hash rolling a cart over to where Micah had sat down. He had Tabby on his lap, and Chrissy and Charlie stood on either side of him.

As soon as the candles were lit, everyone began singing happy birthday.

I felt someone step in behind me.

“It’s not a good idea to teach the girls that they can horn in on someone else’s celebration.” Carrie tsked.

I turned around to face the woman who was quickly making herself unwanted.

“Those girls are the most important people in Micah’s life. So important that he would choose them over me if he had to. He wanted to share this with them.”

That was true. He never had siblings, so the only nephews and nieces he would have would belong to his club brothers. Yes, we would have our own children one day. But Ryder and Jack, well, none of the club brothers would ever be as close to him as those two. So their girls meant as much to him as our own children would one day.

“That seems a little unhealthy. Are they safe around a grown man that is so obsessed with them?”

This bitch did not just say what I think she said.

“What did you say?” I asked, trying to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Well, if he will put those girls ahead of you, the woman he has sex with, I have to wonder about his inten—”

I wasn’t proud of myself.

I blamed my father.

It was his DNA that had given me my short fuse.

You know, the infamous Irish temper and all that.

When Carrie had the goddamn audacity to insinuate that Micah had anything but a fatherly love for those girls, well, like I said, I wasn’t proud of myself.

Then again, maybe I was.

I pulled my arm back and my fist connected with her face. Careful to pull my punch enough, so her nose didn’t break.

The bitch needed to bleed, though.

“What the fuck?” I heard from behind me.

“Becca!” Micah stood at my side as I stared down at Carrie. “Baby, what the hell?”

“Don’t piss that woman off.” Someone chuckled behind us.

“Carrie! Are you ok?” Samantha was now kneeling beside her. She glared up at me.

Please, the bitch was fine.

She wouldn’t be though, if she didn’t hightail it home.

I looked over at Jack, who just stood there holding a wide-eyed Charlie. When he winked, I lifted my chin to him. You know, the way badass bikers congratulated each other.

“Carrie, it’s time you left,” I said, then turned around andasked, “Who wants cake?”

I walked over and started cutting the cake into pieces. I didn’t get to see the girls blow out the candles with Micah. Hopefully, someone had recorded it.

Looking up to hand off a piece of cake, I saw my uncle glaring at me. With his arms crossed over his chest, he lifted his eyebrow. Looking at me every bit like the badass president he was.

I shrugged.