The Biker's Fate Chapter 135

Mack

"MACK, WE GOT a problem," Train said over the walkie.

I frowned and replied, "Can you handle it?"

"I can if you don't care about breakin' the rule."

"No fuckin' breakin' the rule, Train."

"Even if it's a friend of Kim's?"

"Shit." I dragged a hand through my hair. I knew it wasn't a good idea to let Kim bring unknowns with her. "Let 'em in, after you get scans. Put 'em upstairs and I'll deal with it."

"You got it."

Half an hour later, Booker pushed into my office.

"What the hell are you doin' here?" I asked. "It's your night off."

Booker chuckled. "Dani got wind that Kim was comin'."

"'Got wind' my ass," I countered. "I have a feelin' you and I have been played."

"I don't doubt it." He walked to the window overlooking the dance floor. "I take it the rule breakin' is due to Kimmie?"

"Yeah, I'm headin' up there to deal with it."

Booker glanced at me over his shoulder. "Good luck with that."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Nothin'. Since my wife wants some girl time, I'm gonna catch up on a few things. Call me if you need me."

With a chin lift, I left my office and headed to the VIP section.

Darien

Kim's best friend, Danielle, rushed into the VIP section with a squeak, hugging Kim and then each of us, even though she'd only met Pauley. "I can't believe you got Darien past security," she said.

"Me?" I asked. "What did I do?"

Dani grinned. "There's one rule here at Blush and that's that no one "innocent" is allowed in."

"I'm not innocent!"

Pauley let out a rather rude snort.

"I'm not," I continued. "Plus, how would they know who's innocent and who isn't? That's the lamest thing I've ever heard."

"It's an argument I've had with Mack more times than you can count," Kim said.

"Austin says they just know," Dani provided.

"Oh, so they're all psychics," I said. "What a load of crap."

"Don't feel bad," Kim said. "Dani got rejected as well. Well, until she married Booker. Now she's allowed in, but only when he's here."

Dani squeezed my hand. "You'll meet Austin at some point tonight, but don't let the suit fool you; he rides a Harley and thinks because he's an officer in a motorcycle club he can boss me around. It's kind of cute, really."

"Is he going to kick me out?"

"No way, but we're probably being watched." Dani nodded to a couple of discreet cameras. "Don't worry, Kimmie and I'll deal with Mack."

"Who's Mack?"

"I'm Mack."

My eyes flew to the man walking towards us, and I'm pretty sure my heart stopped in my chest. Literally stopped. Ohmigod, he was gorgeous. Tall with dark blond hair, he was clean shaven with a hint of stubble beginning to form, and deep-blue eyes that studied me with an odd expression. And he was built. And I mean built. Channing Tatum built, but wearing a dark gray suit that looked like it had been made for him. Like he stood in front of a three-way mirror while a tailor measured his inseam kind of made.

I stared at his full lips and couldn't stop myself from licking mine. God, he was delicious.

"Hey, honey." Kim distracted him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a sensual hug. Mack lifted her off her feet a little, and I found myself suddenly pissed at the gorgeous brunette. So pissed, I wanted to scratch her eyes out.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Millie who regarded me with an annoyingly knowing grin. "Bite me," I mouthed, and tried to find something to do with my hands.

Mack lowered Kim to the floor, but kept an arm around her. "Introduce me to your friends, Kimmie, and then you and I need to have a little chat."

Kim rolled her eyes and went through the introductions, ending with me. "And this is Darien."

I reached my hand out and Mack took it, lifting it to his lips. "Nice to meet you, Darien."

"Nice to meet you too," I breathed out, then groaned internally. Good God, the man was sexy and he smelled incredible, but that meant Dork Darien wouldn't be able to function.

He kept hold of my hand as he studied me again and then, without a word, gave it a gentle squeeze and released me, turning to pull Kim aside.

"What the hell was that?" Pauley asked, as she, Millie, and Dani moved closer to me.

"Ohmigod, I'm so lame," I complained.

"Not you, doofus," she said.

Dani giggled. "You, my dear, appear to be the first person to put Mack on edge."

"I'm sorry?"

"That's the least he's ever said," Pauley admitted. "Granted, I've only talked to him a few times, but he's never acted like that before."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, and peeked around Pauley to find him. "He seemed perfectly at ease."

"Well, he looks pissed now," Dani said.

"How do you know he's mad?" I asked.

"I just do." Dani smiled. "But don't worry about it. He and Kim have a weird brother-sister thing goin' on, and they fight like that weekly. Nothin' to worry about."

I frowned as I watched Mack and Kim as they spoke in the corner. How Dani could possibly know he was angry was a mystery to me. His back was to us, his jacket stretched across his wide back as he crossed his arms. Kim waved her hands in animation while scowling and shaking her head, but he didn't move a muscle. Just stood there, his arms crossed, saying nothing that I could make out. She was animated, though, so I figured she didn't really like what he was saying.

"Is she in trouble because she brought me?"

Dani shook her head. "No, pretty sure that's not why she's in trouble."

I watched as Kim gave Mack a very calculated smile and then threw herself against him, hugging him tightly. He gave her a quick squeeze and then his eyes met mine. I gasped, but couldn't look away. He studied me for a few seconds and then headed down the stairs.

Mack

Damn it!

I walked back to my office deep in thought and royally pissed off. Stepping inside and closing the door, I dragged my hands through my hair and headed to the window, staring up at the VIP section. The woman with the pixie face had just set my world on end and I could not have that. "Fuck!"

I picked up my desk phone and dialed the office.

"Hey, Mack," Eliza said.

"Hey, babe. You got the scans from tonight?"

"A few of 'em, yeah."

"Send me the ones for Darien Aherne and Millicent whatever her last name is."

"You got it, boss."

I hung up and sat behind my desk. I found my eyes drawn back to the VIP section and narrowed in on Darien. "Shit," I whispered.

Booker pushed into my office. "You met Kim's friends, I take it."

I turned to scowl at my closest friend who stood in my doorway with a shit-eating grin. "Did you need something, Book?"

"No, just wanted to see how you handled the introductions," he observed.

"Fine. Why?" I challenged, not liking my friend's ability to read me.

"Nothin'." Booker laughed as he folded himself into the chair facing me. "But, I do see you got a couple of problems."

"Yeah?"

Booker nodded. "One, you're gonna get razzed for breaking the rule, especially considering you let Kimmie pull one over on you."

"Fuck you, Booker."

"Two..." Booker trailed off. "Nah."

"Two?" I prodded, but Booker just shrugged. I narrowed my eyes. "What's two?"

"Nothin'," Booker said, and rose to his feet. "That one I'm gonna let play out."

I flipped him off.

Booker laughed. "I'm gonna enjoy this. I'm gonna go talk to your woman, comin'?"

"She's not my woman."

"Sure 'bout that?" Booker retorted and walked out the door before I had a chance to respond.

The ping of my email gave me something else to focus on, which meant a full background check on my pixie. I'd given my bouncers a heads-up to scan the IDs of Kim's friends. I didn't do it for everyone, but I was glad I did tonight.