Free Jase (Kings of Korruption MC Book 3) by Geri Glenn Page B

and my head screaming that this is wrong. Just as I’m
about to walk out the door, I turn back and give her a withering
look. “I get it. You’re an independent woman and all that shit, but
sweetheart, you’re gonna be a lonely woman if you continue to keep
all your shit to yourself. You need to find someone to rely on and
help you work through it, ‘cause I’m done.” Turning back to the
door, I put my hand on the doorknob.
    “ God!” she screams. I turn back around, shocked at her
outburst. “I’m losing my mind, okay? I have some pretty heavy shit
going on right now, and I need to focus on that. I was really
looking forward to going out with you today, but my lawyer told me
that Bryce had called his father and told him that you were here.
The judge didn’t like it, so I can’t see you anymore. If I do, I
could lose my kid.”
    “ Okay.” I take a step closer. “Can we try that again, but
slower this time?”
    Ellen slaps
her palm against her forehead and lets out a frustrated groan. “My
son’s father is taking me to court for custody of my son.” I nod,
indicating for her to go on. “We had our first court date
yesterday, and apparently Bryce—my son—called his father after you
left the other day. He told him that you were here with me, and
that you were a member of the Kings.”
    I frown. “How
the hell did he know that?”
    Ellen rolls
her eyes. “He’s a kid, Jase, not an idiot. Your vesty thing gave it
away.”
    “ Vesty thing?” I point at my leather. “You mean my
cut?”
    “ Whatever,” she exclaims. “Anyways, Paul brought it up in
court as a way to get my son from me, and my lawyer told me that if
I had anything to do with you, or anyone from the Kings, that Paul
could win.” She leans in and stage whispers, “She said you’re
involved in organized crime.”
    I blow out a
heavy breath, trying to wrap my head around everything she’s told
me. “Who is this Paul guy anyways?”
    “ He was a guy I dated back in high school. He was a football
player, he was popular, and he ran like hell when I got pregnant at
sixteen. I didn’t hear from him, not once, until just last year. He
looked me up on Facebook.”
    I frown. “Why
is he trying for custody after all these years?”
    She folds her
arms across her chest, almost as if she’s trying to protect
herself. I don’t like it. “He doesn’t like my rules. He wants to
take Bryce away from me entirely.” I grit my teeth. What kind of
man takes a boy away from his mother? “He’s a bully, trying to put
me in my place. And after yesterday, I think he might get the
chance to do just that.”
    Without ever
having met him, I know exactly what kind of man he is. He’s one of
those guys who couldn’t lose in high school. They got by, bullying
those that were weaker than them, and scraping by in class because
their coach needed them on the team. They got lots of tail and
scored a few touchdowns. After they graduated, and all that went
away, it left them bitter and angry. They became people who
strong-arm others into doing what they want to feel powerful again,
just like they did in high school. I hate fuckers like that.
    I ask the one
question I need to know the answer to before I say anything else.
“Has he ever hurt you or the kid?”
    She shakes her
head sadly. “No. He grabbed my arm the last time he was here, but
he left right after, and I haven’t let him see Bryce since.”
    “ Did he hurt you?” I growl.
    “ I’m tough,” she whispers, her brown eyes boring into
mine.
    “ You want me to deal with this guy?”
    “ What? God, Jase, no! Why would you say that? I don’t want him
dead!”
    I can’t help
but laugh at the mortified look on her face. “Babe, relax. I wasn’t
talkin’ about offing the guy. I meant have a little chat, man to
man.” I turn my head and give her a questioning look. “What kind of
guy do you think I am?”
    She blows out
a breath and giggles. “Sorry. I don’t even know what I’m saying.