The Biker's Fate Chapter 160

Darien

I WOKE THE next morning, instantly dreading the fact that it was morning, until I realized I was in bed with Mack and everything was okay again.

"Mornin'," he said, and kissed my shoulder, sliding his arm tighter around my waist.

I rolled to face him and smiled, kissing his chest. "Morning, honey."

"This is better."

"No kidding," I said. "Now, how are you going to sneak me out of here in broad daylight?"

"I'm not."

"You're not?" I snuggled closer.

"Nope, we're staying in all day." He kissed me. "I'm gonna get someone to pick up Barney, and we'll figure out a way to get him here."

"I need my computer and a few things from the bathroom, and then I can hang out here for a while." I bit my lip. "I pick up my keys in a couple of days and then it's moving time." I poked his shoulder. "Which you're going to help with."

Mack nodded. "I know. But why didn't you get your keys when you closed?"

"I'm having a locksmith change all the locks, so they should be done day after tomorrow."

"Okay, that gives us a little time, because we need to keep our reunion a secret for now." He leaned in. "No Pauley, no Millie. No one can know, Darien."

"What about Kim?"

Mack's eyebrows drew together. "What about her?"

I bit my lip. "I'm pretty sure she knows."

"What?"

"Kim's the one who told me you didn't cheat."

"Fuck me," he whispered. "Does she know you're here?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Okay, well, she can't know either. I'll talk to her, but you can't have any contact, yeah?"

"I'm fine with that, honey... provided you feed me first."

Mack kissed me with a nod. "I'm gonna take a quick shower and then I'll make breakfast."

"Sounds good."

"Turn off your phone." He slid from under the covers.

"Why?"

"So you can't be tracked."

"Seriously?" I asked. "Do you think we need to go quite so cloak and dagger?"

"Yeah, babe, we do."

"But it's been on all night. If anyone really cares, then they already know I'm here."

"Humor me, Dare."

I leaned up on my arms. "I love that."

"What?"

"When you call me 'Dare.'"

He grinned. "Turn off your phone, Dare."

"I'll turn off my phone, Sir Bossy Pants."

"I've been knighted?"

"In my heart, you have." I smiled, laying my hand over my chest. "You're forever my knight in shining armor."

He laughed. "Okay, DID."

"Did?"

"Damsel in distress... or Dare in distress?"

"Ohmigod."

"No," he corrected. "PID. Pixie in distress."

I giggled and rolled over. "You're ridiculous. I'm going back to sleep."

The bed dipped and Mack slid my hair away from my neck. "Did I wear you out... PID?"

"Yes. I'm exhausted, SBP... arrgh, I need a better anagram."

Mack buried his face in my neck. "Well, you're the writer, honey, make one up."

"Butthead has a nice ring."

"And it's an anagram for...?"

"Um... boyfriend using tongue to help excite and delight?" I improvised. Mack's mouth left my neck and I craned my head to look at him. "No?"

"That's fuckin' brilliant, baby. No wonder your book's a best seller."

I laughed. "You're good for my ego, honey."

"You're not so bad yourself." He patted my bottom and kissed my cheek. "I'll be quick."

"'K." I yawned and closed my eyes while he headed to the shower.

I woke to an empty bed and realized I'd fallen asleep for another hour. I was obviously making up for lost time in the sleep department.

Climbing out of bed, I padded to the bathroom and washed my face, heading out to the great room and finding Mack in the kitchen. He was in jeans and a plain white T-shirt standing at the stove making something delicious. "Hi."

He smiled over his shoulder and turned the gas down. "Hey. You sleep okay?"

I wrapped my arms around him from behind and kissed his back. "Yeah. It was awesome. What are you making?"

"Omelet."

"Yum."

"Mushroom, spinach, and cheese for you," he said, and held me in place as he flipped the eggs and then slid them onto a plate.

"You hate mushrooms."

"I know." He chuckled, turning to face me. "I ran to the store and picked up a few things."

"Did anyone see you?"

He shrugged. "We're not trying to hide me, remember?"

"What if I'd woken up while you were gone?" I challenged.

"I wrote a note and I closed all the drapes."

I glanced around, noticing everything was still pretty dark. "You're kind of good at this."

He leaned down and kissed me. "You make me good at it. It's all about keeping you safe."

"You're such a girl."

Mack laughed. "You also make me a girl."

"Touché, butthead."

He smacked my butt. "Now I want to use my tongue."

I couldn't help a shiver. "And I'll let you... after you feed me."

He grinned again and handed me my plate and a fork. "Eat fast."

"Yes, sir." I took the omelet and set it on the island. "Do you want coffee?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," he said. "I made a fresh pot."

I poured us each a cup and we sat side-by-side to eat. I noticed the holes in the walls as I stirred Splenda into my cup. "God, Kim wasn't kidding."

"About?" he asked. I nodded toward the damage and he scowled. "I was a little pissed."

I laid my hand on his thigh. "At me?"

"No," he assured. "At me. I was pretty sure I'd fucked it up for good."

"Me too," I admitted. "But you're not getting rid of me that easily."

He chuckled and kissed me quickly then went back to his food. He'd just put a bite into his mouth when his cell phone buzzed on the island. He grabbed it with a "Shit," and put it to his ear. "Yeah? Fuck me, seriously?" Mack glanced at me and then slid off his stool and walked away.

I frowned, but continued with my breakfast. I was rinsing my plate and loading the dishwasher when Mack walked back into the kitchen. He scarfed down the rest of his food and dropped his plate in the sink. "Issue at the club. Gotta go."

"What happened?"

He slid his hand to my neck and gave it a gentle squeeze, not answering my question. "You wanna leave with me? You can hunker down in the back seat of the car and one of the recruits will drop you home. If you stay here, you stay out of sight."

"Come with you to the club?"

"Yeah."

"But if we're being watched, won't it seem strange?"

"If it looks like I'm kickin' you out, no, it'll look like we're still fightin'."

I sighed. "I'll come with you. I need to take care of Barney. Pauley's working tonight, so she'll be leaving at around six." I closed the dishwasher. "Will I see you?"

"Probably not," he said.

"For how long?"

He shook his head. "I don't know."

I bit my lip. "I hate this."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I do too."

I slid my arms around his waist and gave him a gentle squeeze. "I'll get my phone and keys."

"Okay." Mack kissed me gently and I went back to the bedroom. I'd just walked inside when a dark figure moved from behind the door and grabbed my arm so hard, I thought for sure he'd dislocate my shoulder.

I screamed and had barely got Mack's name out of my mouth before the man's fist connected with my mouth and I fell back against the dresser. I had a fleeting thought of; this is why cartoons show birds flying around the cat's head when it's been knocked on the noggin, just as another hit landed on my hip.

I managed to get my wits back under me and fought back like my life depended on it. It probably did, but I needed to give Mack time to get to me. He'd find me and rescue me, I just knew it, but in the meantime, I was determined to land a knee to the asshole's family jewels.