Knuckles

RAGING BARONS MC Book Nine – Knuckles Copyright © 2023 J.E. Daelman All rights reserved This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and events are the product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Do not construe them as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author. You cannot give for free on any kind of internet site. This book is for readers over the age of 18 years. If bad language, violence, sexual encounters offend you, please do not read. There may be mention of physical violence, torture, or abuse, but the series is a lighter version of MC. Hence, for example, rape will never be described in the series but may be mentioned. Business Manager: V. Saunders Editor: R. Tonge Alpha Reader: M. D Vayer Proofreaders: Editing Diva’s - L. Bailey, R. Fong Proofreader: L. Cameron Brashears Beta Readers: K. Perez, A. Herring Johnson, J Spalding Reader Group/ARC Team/Street Team Manager: Elaine Holcomb PA Book Cover: Oasis Book Covers Model: Justin James ~ King of Sports Super Heavyweight Championship, Texoma Pro Undisputed Tag Team Champions, 5 National Championships in minor league football Photographer: Emma Holcomb NOTE Please note, this author lives in the United Kingdom, and has American Alpha and Beta readers who correct errors, but, as in other countries, it depends on which state you live as to how your slang or terms differ. Therefore, although some words/terms you may think are incorrect are correct in one or more states. Justin ‘Knuckles’ James Showing his tattoo’s, piercings and dimple especially for you the readers of this novel. DEDICATION This book is dedicated to a few great people. Justin for allowing me to use his photographs, and describe his dimples throughout the book. Elaine who showed me kindness, strength and friendship from the first time we spoke. Marie, Lorri, Rose, Angie, Karen and Jenni who showed me kindness and friendship when my faith had left, but rose again when you held me up. This one is dedicated to you all, Thank you. REGISTERED IF YOU HAVE NOT PURCHASED THIS COPY YOU NEED TO DELETE THE FILE AS IT IS STOLEN. PLEASE RESPECT THE AUTHORS RIGHT TO EARN AN HONEST LIVING. You can read for free on Amazon with Kindle Unlimited TABLE OF CONTENTS Copyright © 2023 J.E. Daelman NOTE DEDICATION REGISTERED TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN CHAPTER NINETEEN CHAPTER TWENTY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE CHAPTER THIRTY ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS You can find me here CHAPTER ONE -:- KNUCKLES -:- Standing at the side of the room, that the organizer of the underground fight ring calls his office, I’m watching a young fighter speaking to a woman a couple of years younger than himself. The young woman is sitting against the wall, keeping her head down and eyes on the ground. If I’m being truthful, she looks scared to death. Colton leans into me and quietly asks. “Any idea what’s goin’ on with those two?” “No, but he’s not a threat to her. I’ve seen them around here a few times, and I think he’s more likely her brother, well that’s the vibes I’m getting from them. He watches over her all the time, but somethin’s not right with them both, so keep your eyes and ears open.” Colton gives me a chin lift, then wanders towards where the young woman is sitting. I watch as Colton leans against the wall, folding his arms over his chest, and gets himself comfortable. I move away from the office and nearer to the entrance, where I’ll be acting as a bouncer tonight. “Hey, are you fightin’ tonight, or on the door?” Glancing to my left, I give an icy glare at Byron Jones as he’s followed me from the office. He’s the organizer of tonight's fights and he knows damn well I’m not fighting. “On the door,” I reply, but keep a cold eye on him. Then he points at Colton. “What about your boy?” “No, he’s on the door.” I know where he’s going with this, slimy fucker that he is. “Fuck, I need another fighter.” Snarling while he walks back to the office. Looking over at Colton, I give him a small negative shake of my head, ‘cause I don’t want either of us pulled into any last-minute fights this fucker could throw out. The young man walks into the changing area and I follow him, nodding for Colton to watch the woman as I pass him. In the changing area, I note the man is getting changed, ready to fight. Stepping over to him, I quietly ask. “Who are you fightin’ tonight?” He looks up at me but must recognize me from other fight evenings, deciding to reply. “Great Gordon the Gob Shitter!” Chuckling as I realize he means Gordon the Great, as that’s how they announce him when he climbs into the ring. “Watch his left. He throws his arm out before he throws forward. He steps back before he does that stupid bellow and jump too. Don’t let him get too close, he bites.” Watching me closely, he asks. “Why are you telling me this?” “Don’t want to see him win against you. I’ll be putting money down on you, so make sure you watch for what I’ve told you.” Stepping away, I turn when he speaks again. “Are you at the door?” I nod toward him, but say nothing, waiting for the reason he has asked. “Will you watch that nobody touches my sister? I can’t watch her when I’m fighting, and one fighter tried