The Biker's Fate Chapter 136

Darien

I stood by the railing sipping my margarita, which was amazing, and very, very strong, when a tall, dark-headed man crested the stairs and made his way directly to Dani. I assumed it must be Booker.

She was facing me, laughing at something Kim was saying when he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Ohmigod, Mack, not here!" she retorted.

I felt my stomach roil. She was obviously giving her husband a hard time, but it did something to me that I didn't like. Stupid, considering I'd only met Mack tonight, but there was something about him.

Booker smacked her butt and frowned. "Not funny, Dani."

"It's a little funny." She slid her hand to his neck. "Will you behave so I can introduce you to Darien and Millie?"

"Maybe."

Dani giggled and waved me and Millie closer. "This is my husband, Austin."

I smiled and shook his hand. He shook Millie's as well with a nod. "Booker."

Dani rolled her eyes. "Okay, to me he's Austin, to the rest of the world, he's Booker."

"I'm gonna steal my woman for a minute," he said.

"We're going to dance," Kim declared.

"I'll be there in a bit," Dani promised, and Kim gathered the rest of us up and led us downstairs.

I followed the ladies onto the dance floor and lost myself in the music. I loved to dance and I'd had just enough alcohol to let myself go. I felt strong hands on my hips and startled, craning my head to find a gorgeous man with longish blond hair smiling at me. He moved his hips against my rear and I went with it. He wasn't there for long and I turned to see him being escorted from the dance floor by one of the bouncers who'd let us in. I glanced at Millie who shrugged, so I did as well and moved closer to her again.

Admittedly, I was a little bummed. He was cute. This thought brought to mind Mack and I realized pretty quickly I wished he was here grinding his body against mine. I shook off the thought and tried to focus on the music again.

As we danced our asses off, I noticed an alarming trend. One that was starting to piss me off. I let it happen three times before I decided I'd had enough and followed the bouncer off the floor. He left my newest dance partner at the mouth of a hallway and walked away. I followed him through a door and into another hallway.

"Hey!"

The man turned, appearing a little surprised to see me, but then a slow smile crossed his face. "You need somethin', babe?"

"Yeah. I want to know why you're dragging guys off the dance floor."

He chuckled, raising his hands as though to ward off a fight. "Not my call."

"Then whose call is it?"

He closed the distance between us and crossed his arms over his gigantic chest. "Babe, I suggest you go back to your friends and enjoy the rest of your night."

I leaned back (way back, because he was tall) and snorted. "Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"'Cause there ain't no way in hell you're ever comin' back here."

I gasped, stomping my foot in irritation. "Excuse me?"

A low voice rumbled above the noise of the music. "Train."

I peeked around the giant and saw Mack walking towards us and he looked irritated. Train raised his hands again, gave me a slow smile, and walked away.

"You're the manager, right?" I asked, annoyed that my voice quivered like a love-struck teen.

Mack raised one side of his mouth in what I think was a smile. "Sure, babe, we'll go with that."

"I'd like to lodge a complaint."

The other side of his mouth tipped up. "A complaint."

"Yes. That man who just walked away has been very rude."

"How so?"

"Every time I'd start dancing with someone, he'd yank him off the dance floor!"

"Train did that?" he inquired.

"Yes he did." I huffed. "It's unacceptable and I think you should talk to him about it. I mean, this is a dance club, right? We're here to dance and drink and have a good time, right? If your sole purpose is to sell booze, then you can't have one of your employees dragging away the customers! Those guys weren't bugging me and they were good dancers. Do you know how hard it is to find guys who are willing to dance with you who can actually dance?"

"Enlighten me."

"It's hard!"

"Anything else, sweetheart?"

"Yes!" I was on a roll, so I didn't process the endearment right away. "He told me I should have a good time because I was never going to be let back in! I don't know what I could have possibly done to be banned, but I'll tell you something, mister, I haven't done anything to warrant being kicked out." His face went from somewhat amused, to cold and lethal so quickly I shivered. Actually shivered, raising my hands to my arms in a protective stance. I instantly realized I may have gone too far. "Sorry. I don't mean to be rude. Alcohol lowers my inhibitions and my polite meter."

"Fuck me," he breathed out, but I could tell he was trying not to smile. "Polite meter?"

I bit my lip. God, I was an idiot! "I'll just go back to my friends."

I turned and made it about three steps before I heard, "Babe, wait."

His voice was so low, I thought I'd misheard him, but I turned and he hadn't moved, his expression conflicted and his eyes on my leg. "What the fuck is that?"

I followed his gaze and frowned. The bruise from my fight with my patient peeked out from the bottom of my skirt. "Um..."

Mack closed the distance between us and raised my skirt a little. "Did that happen here?"

"No," I answered immediately.

He glanced at me. "Did someone fuckin' hurt you, Darien?"

He remembered my name? I couldn't focus, considering his fingers were gently touching my leg.

"Darien?"

 I licked my lips. "Huh?"

"Did someone hurt you?"

"Oh." I shook my head. "No. It happened at work."

He frowned. "Someone hurt you at work?"

"No!" I said a little more forcefully. "I whacked it on a piece of furniture."

"Babe, you need to fuckin' tell me what happened."

Because I'm Dork Darien, and because he smelled so delicious, all I could think about was licking him (no joke), and I told him everything that happened at work.

Mack stood with his arms crossed as I filled him in, but when I was done he sighed. "Fuck me."

"Now? 'Cause I don't really know you," I retorted.

He stared at me for a second or two and then laughed. The sound made me shiver... in a really good way, and I couldn't stop a smile.

"Go back to your friends, sweetheart."

I nodded and high-tailed it out of the hallway and back into the club. I nearly slammed into Millie who grabbed my arm with a frown. "Where did you go?"

"Nowhere, it's fine," I said.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep, fine. Just went through the wrong door." She studied me, but I was glad she let it go. "Are we dancing?"

Millie shook her head. "Huh-uh, we're back upstairs. Booker bought us drinks."

"Okay, cool."

I followed Millie back upstairs and tried to put my weird interaction with the sexiest man on the planet out of my head. Admittedly, I failed, but I fell back into my comfortable belief that a man like Mack would never want a woman like me. I was safe there.