The Biker's Fate Chapter 132

Mack

 Blurb

Logan 'Mack' Reed loves women. Really loves women. He's an equal opportunity player, happy to oblige just about anyone looking for a good time, but when a beautiful red-headed pixie walks into his club, he finds himself unable to think of anyone but her.

Darien Aherne and her sister have lost both of their parents, but create a comfortable life for themselves. Darien, however, is sheltered and overly curious, which is a dangerous combination. When Darien breaks away from the protective bubble her sister has created, she finds herself falling for a man who could break her.

When the chance of a lifetime pulls Darien into a provocative world she has no experience in, will she trust Mack enough to tell him all of her secrets?

Will he be able to protect her, even from herself?

MY PHONE BUZZED in my pocket. I pulled it out and read the display, smiling as Kim's name came up on the screen. "Hey, babe."

"Hi, Mack. Sorry I've been MIA," Kim said. "I had a couple of shows."

"Yeah? I thought maybe you were dead in a ditch somewhere."

"Right, like you'd ever let that happen," Kim pointed out. "If you'd really been worried, I would've been tracked, located, and the perpetrator killed before they had a chance to get to a second location."

"Yeah, that's probably true." I chuckled. "What's up?"

I met Kimberly Church when Booker claimed her best friend Dani and subsequently married her. Kim rode fancy-ass horses and, although I knew nothing about horses or that side of her life, I knew Kim enough to know she was up to something.

"A couple of friends and I wanted to come to the club tomorrow night. Will you be there?" she asked.

I frowned. "Booker'll lose his shit if Dani comes without him, Kimmie."

"It's not Dani," Kim promised.

"Which begs the question, why are you plannin' somethin' without her?" I asked. "What the hell are you up to?"

Dani and Kim rarely did anything without each other. I always thought it was a little strange until I got to know Kim and her history. She'd had a rough beginning in life and Dani and her family had helped exorcise a lot of Kim's demons. Not all of them, but enough for Kim to function.

"She's busy." Kim groaned. "Mack, seriously. She's not part of this. Just a few friends getting together for a good time and if you're there, I get to see you too. Bonus."

I shook my head with a smile. "Yeah, I'll be here."

"Thanks, bud."

"But no leaving with some random douchebag, yeah?"

"I can handle myself," she argued.

I glanced out the one-way mirror window and down at the club floor unusually packed for a Thursday night. "Fuck me, Kim, you cannot. Do I need to remind you about three weeks ago?"

Kim had walked out of the club with one of their regulars, and he'd attacked her in the ally. He didn't get far because Knight followed them and beat the shit out of the guy, but not before the asshole had ripped Kim's dress down the front. She seemed to lose her mind when Knight was around, and I knew my brother was getting fed up with her desire to find trouble.

She sighed. "No. You didn't tell Booker, right?"

Both Kim and I knew if I did, Booker'd tell Dani immediately and then Kim would be screwed.

"No, babe, I didn't tell Booker, but you keep up with this stupidity, I will. Better yet, I'll tell Dani."

Kim let out a quiet hiss. "Logan Reed, you better not!"

"I fuckin' will, Kim, but for now, your secret's safe." I turned toward my desk. "What are the names of your friends?"

"Darien and Pauley," she said. "I think Darien might bring a friend as well."

"You're bringin' guys in? Not typically your style, babe."

"No, they're sisters. Their dad wanted boys, it's a long story."

"Okay." I didn't admit it out loud, but I had a thing for girls with boys' names. It was sexy as hell.

"Anyway, you've met Pauley. She's the bartender at the restaurant."

"Yeah, the hot redhead."

Kim giggled. "Do you actually know the names of the women you meet or are they all classified by hotness and hair color?"

I chuckled. "I'm thinkin' I'm not gonna answer that."

"Chicken."

"I'll make sure you're on the list."

Kim sighed. "Thanks, Mack."

"Hey," I said, my tone softer. "I'm lookin' out for you, yeah?"

"I don't know why," she grumbled.

"Need me to break it down for you?"

"No, what I need is for you to go back to being Mack the dawg instead of concerning yourself with my sex life. I know you're watching out for me, honey. But outside of that, I'm good, okay?"

I gave a reluctant smile. She was right. I was inserting myself somewhere I didn't belong. "Okay, babe. I'll butt out."

"Thanks. And thanks for the entry."

"No problem. Talk to you later," I said, and hung up.

Darien

I slid my leg under my bottom and settled my laptop squarely in front of me. Still no email informing me I was about to be published. Even so, I thought I might attempt to write something else. However, this was the third time I'd changed positions in an effort to shake out the cobwebs in my head.

"To sex or not to sex?" I asked, hoping someone might answer me. I was alone in the apartment I shared with my sister, but I was desperate.

I stared at the blinking cursor and tapped my fingers on my keyboard. It took me about thirty-two seconds to let out a frustrated groan and dump the computer on the sofa cushion beside me. My fluffy, snooty Llasa Aapso, Barney, raised his head but didn't move any other part of his body, considering he knew Mommy had at least three of these outbursts a day. I don't really know why I bothered, no one would ever want to read anything I wrote anyway.

"Don't judge me," I demanded.

Barney yawned and settled his head back on his paws. Damn him and his cuteness. I needed to focus, not coo at his adorability.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you, little doggle," I said, and rose to my feet. Maybe some water would help... or a shot of tequila.