Black Belt Knockout

by Winter Travers

  Black Belt Knockout

  Powerhouse M.A.

  Book Four

  Winter Travers

  Copyright © 2018 Winter Travers

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  For questions or comments about this book, please contact the author at wintertravers84@gmail.com

  Also by Winter Travers

  Devil’s Knights Series:

  Loving Lo

  Finding Cyn

  Gravel’s Road

  Battling Troy

  Gambler’s Longshot

  Keeping Meg

  Fighting Demon

  Unraveling Fayth

  Skid Row Kings Series:

  DownShift

  PowerShift

  BangShift

  Fallen Lords MC Series

  Nickel

  Pipe

  Maniac (Coming March 29th)

  Powerhouse MA Series

  Dropkick My Heart

  Love on the Mat

  Black Belt in Love

  Black Belt Knockout

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  Coming Next

  About the Author

  1st Chapter of Loving Lo

  1st Chapter of Downshift

  1st Chapter of Nickel

  Dedication

  It’s all for my boys.

  Acknowledgements

  Nikki Horn. Girl, I don’t think I can get through a day without you. You’re an absolute godsend.

  Mayra Statham. I don’t know where you came from, but seriously, you’re not allowed to go anywhere.

  Kelly Tucker. Thank you for being one of the best readers and now friend, ever. (We are friends, right?!)

  For everyone who took a chance on my #KarateHotties. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

  Chapter 1

  Roman

  “I still don’t understand how this happened.”

  I dropped my arm from covering my face and glared at Kellan. “We really need to go over where babies come from? Maybe this should be a conversation you and Molly have.”

  “I’m good on where babies come from in general. I’m just a little confused on how you and Sage managed to bump uglies and make one.”

  “And everyone thinks I’m the asshole,” I grumbled.

  After waking up with a raging headache, I had intended to spend my Sunday morning nursing a hangover, while trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do about Sage. Kellan had other ideas and had been at my door at eight with two coffees and demanding answers. Answers I didn’t have.

  “Let’s start with the when.”

  I tossed my arm back over my eyes and sighed. “When Dante was trying to get it with Kennedy. She came over to bitch at me.”

  I heard the recliner creak, and I knew Kellan didn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. “I have to say, you must have the touch if you can go from a woman bitching at you to falling into bed with her.”

  I used to think it was a gift. Now I wasn’t too sure about that. Sage was fine as hell. Falling into bed with her had been fucking amazing, but the aftermath wasn’t sitting too well with me right now. “It’s a gift,” I mumbled.

  “A gift that now made you a dad. I have to say, I’m really surprised this hasn’t happened before. What, with your list and all.”

  “That’s because my list was well plotted and planned. I didn’t even know Sage had a kid until after.”

  The chair creaked again, and Kellan’s fist connected with my shoulder. “You didn’t know she had a kid?”

  I moved my arm and rubbed my shoulder. “Why the hell did you hit me?”

  “Because everyone thinks the only reason you slept with her was because she had a kid.” I slept with her because even when she was yelling at me, all I wondered was what her lips would feel like wrapped around my dick.

  I sat up and planted my feet on the floor. “And why the hell does it matter to anyone why I slept with her?”

  “Because this makes you less of a dick. This definitely works in your favor.” Kellan clapped me on the shoulder. “You can fix this.”

  “Why do you keep touching me?” Between him pounding me on the shoulder and the repeated clapping of it, my headache was raging.

  “‘Cause sometimes I think a good ass-kicking would do you good. This is my way of sneaking it.” He jabbed me in the shoulder and slapped the back of my head. “See, I already feel better,” he laughed. He jumped up from the chair and pulled his keys from his pocket. “Fix this shit, Roman.”

  “And how in the hell do you suggest I do that? Sage hates me, and from the way you talk, so does everyone else.”

  “Everyone else doesn't matter. Just Sage.”

  I scrubbed my hands down my face. “Well, I can tell you for a fact Sage wants nothing to do with me. I’m sure if she could have gotten away with it, she never would have told me she was pregnant with my kid.” After Sage and I ended up in bed, I had tried to call her, talk to her, hell, do anything with her, but she had stonewalled me. I knew that one night we hadn’t talked much, but I had figured she would have at least talked to me after. “Hey, wait. How the hell does everyone know I’m the dad?”

  “Sage told Molly, and then Molly activated the bat phone within seconds to let everyone know.”

  Fan-fucking-tactic. I knew it was eventually going to come out, but I had hoped I would have had a little bit of time to get used to the fact I was going to be a dad. I guess that wasn’t going to happen. “You say everything you need to say?”

  Kellan shook his head. “There’s a shit ton more that I need to say, but I think you need to figure everything out on your own.”

  “Well, thank you for coming over and telling me nothing that I didn’t already know.” I ran my fingers through my hair. “Try not to let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya on the way out.” I was done with whatever the hell Kellan was doing here.

  Kellan smirked and shook his head. “Molly was right. This is going to be damn interesting but a whole lot fun to watch. You figure this shit out.” He moved to the door and raised his hand
over his head. “See ya later, fucker. Try not to get anyone else pregnant before you figure this shit out.”

  The door slammed shut behind him, and I blindly threw a right hook at where he had been standing.

  “Son of a bitch,” I yelled. Everything was a fucking mess, and I had no idea how to fix it.

  I couldn’t get Sage to talk to me before I found out she was pregnant, and now with Molly and the other girls knowing, I knew they were going to gang up on me. I didn’t stand a fucking chance.

  Hell, it didn’t even seem like one of my best friends was on my side. If Kellan was here basically hedging his bets against me, I had to assume Dante and Tate were the same.

  My feet traveled the short length of my living room, back and forth as I paced.

  Somehow, I had gone from living on top of the world with no worries or cares to the bottom of the pile all alone.

  Life fucking sucked, and I had no idea what I was going to do about it.

  *

  Chapter 2

  Sage

  “Why do you have so much coffee creamer?”

  “Mama says they all taste funny.”

  Molly looked down at Sam and smiled. “Really? All six of these flavors taste funny? I think that has something to do more with your mama and not the creamer.”

  I rubbed my belly and stretched out my legs. “I think it has more to do with the fact the coffee is decaf. It tastes like s-h-i-t.”

  Sam looked up at Molly. “I’m gonna learn to spell one day, and I’m going to figure out what s-h-i-t is,” he sang out.

  Molly smothered her laugh with the back of her hand. Thankfully, Sam bounded off down the hallway to his room, and Molly didn’t have the chance to spill the beans of what I was spelling.

  “How old is he?”

  I sighed. “Pretty sure four going on twenty. I swear, every day that kid surprises me with the things that come out of his mouth. Last week, Barbara told me he asked when it was going to snow because he was ready to get his boots in the powder and head down the slopes.”

  “The slopes?” Molly giggled. “I didn’t know you had taken up skiing.”

  I shook my head and grabbed my mug from the table. “I haven’t skied a day in my life, and neither has Sam. I don’t know where he gets this stuff from.”

  “Well, maybe you’ll have to take the time to get down the slopes with him this winter.”

  I looked down at my stomach. I wasn’t showing yet, but it felt like I was as big as a house. How the hell that happens, I had no idea. The only way to see the small bump I had was for me to lift my shirt up and push out my gut. But then it was debatable if that was the baby or the four donuts I had mowed down before Sam had woken up.

  Molly shut the fridge and moved to the coffee pot. “Is this really decaf?” she asked with a curl of her lip.

  A laugh bubbled from my lips. “Yes, unfortunately, it is.”

  She lifted up the pot and sniffed it. “I really think this might be a deal-breaker for me.”

  “You don’t have to drink it. I do have regular up in the cabinet.”

  She shook her head and set the pot down. “No, no. I mean having to drink decaf might be a deal-breaker for Kellan and me to have a kid. I mean, what’s the point of coffee when it’s decaf? Like, sure, I like the flavor, but you can’t deny the caffeine is fan-freakin-tastic.”

  “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m the pregnant one.”

  Molly tsked and grabbed a coffee cup from the cabinet. “Pregnant with Roman Yeck to boot.” She filled her cup and grabbed the sugar container. “I think if I put enough sugar in it, I’ll get my caffeine buzz.” She dumped two heaping spoonful’s into the cup and gave it a stir.

  “Jesus, Kellan is going to wonder what the hell you did over here when you crash from your sugar high two hours from now.”

  She set her cup on the table and pulled out the chair next to me. “I like to keep him on his toes.”

  I sighed and wrapped my hands around my cup. “And you do a damn good job of that.”

  “So, you ready to get down to the serious talk, or are we going to continue to act like there isn’t a little bad ass ninja growing in your stomach?”

  I shook my head. “I’m in my bubble right now. Call back later,” I sang.

  “So, like nine months from now, we can have the talk of how the hell you got pregnant?”

  “Well, when a boy and girl like each other—”

  Molly held up her hand. “See, right there is where I get confused. When did you and Roman start liking each other enough to the point where you two were humping like bunnies.”

  “It was hardly like bunnies. One time. That was it.”

  Molly whistled and shook her head. “One time is all it takes, sister.”

  “Pretty sure you don’t need to tell me twice. I’m a walking poster board for it only takes one time.”

  She sat back in her chair and kicked out her feet. “So, what are you going to do now?”

  “Drink my coffee and see if I can convince Sam to take a nap with me.”

  Her eyes darted to the clock hanging above my head. “It’s nine-thirty.”

  “I’m not sure what point you are trying to make.”

  Her eyes rolled, and she shook her head. “I suppose cooking a human entitles you to naps.”

  “Damn straight, it does.” One of the perks of being pregnant. That and eating whatever I wanted. Although, lately, that whatever had been ham and spicy pickle sandwiches with a bag of lettuce. I think I was the first pregnant woman to crave lettuce.

  A smile spread across Molly’s lips. “You really think you are going to be able to get that shrieking banshee to sleep?”

  Sam’s shouting and hollering drifted down the hallway, and I hung my head. “Lord have mercy. I wish that child had an off switch.” I loved Sam, don’t get me wrong, but I was damn tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep. For days.

  Molly chuckled. “Just think, you’re going to have a little Roman Yeck running around too.”

  “Whose side are you on? You’re supposed to be here making me feel better, not contemplating sleeping for the next nineteen years.”

  “So you would have Roman raise Sam and the baby. Lord have mercy, I don’t think that man would make it a week.”

  I shook my head. “I honestly don’t know what that man is capable of handling.”

  “Well, he manages to teach a room of kids, but for only half an hour at a time, and maybe three times a week,” she giggled.

  I covered my eyes with my hand. “I’m running away to some nun island to raise my kids off the land.”

  “Uh, say what?”

  I dropped my hand and laid my forehead on the table.

  “Let’s rewind. Nun island? Live off the land? Sage, you can barely go a day without coffee and watching reruns of Golden Girls. How do you expect to live off the land eating twigs and berries? With a newborn and a four-year-old? Did you bump your head before I got here?”

  I groaned and rolled my head side to side. “No, I just got pregnant with a guy I don’t know and have absolutely no clue what I’m going to do. Also, there was no mention of eating twigs and berries. I’ve watched those crazy Alaskan people on TV. I can totally do that.” I sat up and slammed my hand down on the table. “That’s it! I’m moving to Brown Town. I’m sure they’ll accept me as their own.” Bloody brilliant. And one of those brothers wasn’t too bad to look at either. All muscles, and well, crazy. But I could totally work with it. When he would go crazy, I would just send him out into the woods, and I wouldn’t have to worry about him.

  A huge smile spread across my face. “Problem solved,” I sang out.

  Molly pressed her hand against my forehead. “You’re not running a fever, so I have no idea what is causing this irrational daydreaming with you.” She waved her hand in my face. “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth?”

  I grabbed her hand and lowered it to the table. “I think it’s a damn good idea. Sam loves to be o
utside.”

  “That’s it,” she mumbled. “I’m calling Kellan. Something has snapped in that brain of yours, and I may be taller than you, but you’re scrappy. There is no way I am going to be able to strap you into a straightjacket.” She pulled her phone out and swiped left.

  “Wait, what?” I snapped out of my daydream of running away to the bush and grabbed the phone out of her hand. “You’re not calling Kellan.”

  She held up her pinkie. “Pinkie swear you’re not running away to nun island to live off the land and marry some bushy guy.”

  I hooked my pinkie around hers. “It’s THE bush, and yes, I promise. I’m just a bit overwhelmed at the moment. Now everyone knows about the baby, all I want to do is hide. Forever.”

  “Everyone knows? Even Mary and Dale?”

  I sat back in my chair and sighed. “That would be a big, fat negative. I don’t even want to start worrying about what they are going to say about me being pregnant again.”

  “Well, they were super excited when you and Jack got pregnant.”

  “That would be because Jack was their son.”

  “They have to understand you have to move on. I mean, I know you loved Jack, but unfortunately, life goes on.”

  “Preaching to the choir, Molly.” I was over Jack as much as one could be. Losing Jack had been one of the hardest things I had ever gone through, but I was thankful I had Mary and Dale. I was thankful for them every day. Hell, if I didn’t have them, I wouldn’t be able to work and have some semblance of a social life.

  “Maybe wait. Tell them when you tell Sam.”

  I rolled the idea around in my head. “I guess that could work. Sam could be my shield in case they go crazy.”

  “That’s one problem figured out. What’s the next one?” she asked eagerly. “I’m not leaving until you don’t feel like you’re freaking out.”

  A laugh bubbled from my lips. “I’m pretty sure that feeling isn’t going to leave me anytime soon.”

  “Well, how about I take Sam for the day, and you can chill, nap, or whatever?”