Page 30 of Judge (Devil’s Rose MC #7)

Judge

“ W e got everything?” I ask for the third time, because, well, these kids seem to just leave their shit all over the floor on game day.

“Yes, Dad,” Annie rolls her eyes, slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

We all moved into our completed cabin two days ago, and it’s been quite the crash course on living as a family.

As a single man, an ex military one at that, I’m used to a small, tidy space.

Now I have a home with people in it. More importantly, teenagers in it. Needless to say there’s shit for miles.

“Everything is packed up and we’re ready to go,” Kaia says, wrapping her arms around one of mine. “Come on Papa Bear, let’s go watch our babies kick ass!”

We all head out to the new SUV I bought Kaia and the kids. Yes she kicked up a fucking stink about it, but there is no way I was going to have my boy driven around in a damned matchbox car. Well, that and I could barely fit in the thing.

I wave out to my brothers who are lined up either on their bikes or in the Tombs SUVs.

It’s game day today, and as with the last one, we have a DRMC pop up gazebo to set up along with the snacks and beer coolers.

Even though it’s only 10am. Removing my cut I fold it and hand it to Annie.

It sits across her knees and she strokes the buttery soft leather, smiling at me when I wink at her.

I love both the twins equally, but I would be lying if I said Annie didn’t hold a special place in my heart.

Her sunshine nature is exactly what grumpy fucks like me and Jax need in our lives.

Settling into the front seat, I give Jax a wink in the rear view, getting a chin lift back. I try not to smirk, but shit, the kid is a chip off the old block. I flash my lights at my brothers and slowly move down the drive. As Road Captain my duties don’t stop just because I’m in a cage.

We arrive at the sports grounds and I snort when I see the other parents watching us through narrowed eyes. Kaia outright laughs and practically skips out of the SUV, waving at Chelsea Wilson and her blonde, bimbo BFFs.

“Do you think the girl gang will start another fight?” Jax asks, his hopeful face staring at me in the rear view.

I let out a sigh, “Look son, we can’t wish for a cat fight every soccer game.”

He rolls his eyes, before getting out of the car. A small hand pats my shoulder, “It’s OK Dad. I’m sure the last fight was a one off.”

I help Jax grab all our shit out of the back of the SUV and walk it all over to the gazebo Niko just finished putting up.

“ Tamariki , what are the rules for today?” Mama Debs calls out, the big littles lined up in front of her.

“No gambling with juice boxes,” Jovie diligently replies.

“And?”

Cove rolls her eyes. “And we’re here to watch the game, and not get in trouble.”

“Perfect,” Mama Debs grins at them. “You can help me and your aunts with the babies.”

“And if you’re really well behaved,” Switch begins, “you can help me with any injuries we come across.” He grins down at them and I’m proud of the brother.

Him asking to pull back his emergency room hours will be good for him.

He was burning the candle at both ends and he really needs to slow down and enjoy the quiet time while we can.

“Yes! I hope there’s blood!” Cove exclaims, grabbing Elio by the shoulder and shaking him in excitement.

“And bones!” Jovie adds.

Switch nods politely before turning to me and widening his eyes. I cover my snort. They’re his problem now.

Wandering over to where my brothers are set up I stand and watch as the two sides get into position.

“You all ready for tonight, brother?” Tank murmurs, his eyes darting to his woman.

“All set. Kai’s cut arrived yesterday.”

“Glad it all worked out, brother. You deserve it,” Marx says, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

Before I can swallow down my emotion, Pops and Mad Dog come to a stop next to me, “It seems to me the Love Pres has a 100% success rate.”

Marx and I share a look. “I guess you do. Although, it would have worked out for Judge and Kaia with, or without you.”

Pops slowly turns to stare at Marx. “Are you high kid?” Marx smirks and without a word turns on his heel and heads toward his woman and baby girl. “Little asshole. What the Love Pres giveth, the Love Pres can taketh away.”

“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 he never has 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.

Turning, I find Elio there, staring at Liam with a bored expression. “Do me a favor kid. Get a fucking hobby or sport you like and don’t listen to your douche bag father, got me? You target my kid again and you’ll have more than Elio to worry about.”

Liam nods profusely and gets up, hurrying away to lick his wounds, leaving his father on the ground behind him.

“Huh. I just thought he was an asshole. Maybe he’s an asshole because his parents are. I mean, he’s shit at school and at sport, but it must be hard to be crap at everything with judgement dicks for parents,” Jax says, watching Liam walk away.

“I’d say it’s because he’s a fat ginger,” Rider says, looking smug with his winnings.

“As an ex-fat ginger, I agree with him. Ginger kids are the worst.” Switch looks over his shoulder at the smart mouth ginger kid the big littles sometimes hang out with, and lets out an exaggerated shudder.

“So, who started it this time?” Moss Davies asks, coming to stop next to us, hand resting on his service weapon.

“Would you believe me if I said it was the other side?” Fox asks.

Moss gives him a bored look, “From one eye witness I’ve spoken to, it was Lovely who threw the first punch.”

My brow raises, “Who did you speak to?”

Moss points to the ref, standing on the edge of the field. “Fucking snitch,” Nitro mutters, heading in the ref’s direction.

“Ah, shit,” Moss moves quickly onto the field, just in time to catch Vi’s swinging hand.

My brothers and I stand on the sidelines, watching the chaos. The kids soccer team have clearly chosen sides, cheering on the DRMC women. Vi and Moss are having an animated conversation in Spanish and the big littles seem to have gone back to their hustling ways.

“They’re never having us back, are they?” Savage asks, watching the chaos.

“Nope,” Tank replies, taking a long draw of his beer. Tapping me in the stomach with an unopened bottle in his hand, I take it, nodding at him.

“Thanks, brother.”

“Anything for family.”

Kaia

“Argh I can’t believe those assholes banned my babies from the team.”