The Biker's Fate Chapter 172

Before I could respond, I noticed a familiar figure walking toward us. "What the...?"

Mack looked relieved... then he looked pissed. He also looked gorgeous. Dark jeans, motorcycle boots, long-sleeved black, ribbed Henley, and his leather jacket was a good look for him.

"Honey, this takes stalking to a whole new level," I said in an effort to lighten his mood.

He positioned himself in front of me and Millie's expression went from apologetic to fearful in zero point two.

"You gonna tell her or am I?" Mack growled.

Millie raised her hands in a defensive manner. "You don't understand."

"What's going on?" I demanded.

"You're comin' with us, Millie, and we're gonna sort this out at the club."

"I have work!"

"I don't give a fuckin' rat's ass what you have. Right now, you're comin' with me, and you can come easy or hard, don't matter to me." Mack threw a few twenties on the table and waved his hand. "What's it gonna be?"

The server approached with our food and I grimaced. "Could you box those up please? We've got an emergency."

"Of course. I'll be right back."

She left and I took Mack's hand. "What's going on?"

His eyes never left Millie. "I'll explain outside."

Millie scowled up at Mack, but she did gather her things and rise to her feet. "You're an asshole, Mack."

I gasped and Mack squeezed my hand to keep me from blowing up. "Outside," he demanded.

"What about our food?" I whispered.

"Train'll get it."

I released Mack's hand so I could grab my purse and was sandwiched between him and Millie as we left the restaurant. We walked outside and I frowned. Five Harleys were lined up in front, which meant eight sexy bikers (three apparently arrived in an SUV) were lined up right out front. To say they received attention was an understatement. Mack talked to Train for a second and then faced Millie.

"Go with Knight, Millie," Mack instructed. "Give me your keys, we'll drive your car."

"I can follow you," she countered.

"You really think we're fuckin' idiots, babe?"

She scowled again and rummaged in her purse for her keys, throwing them at Mack. He caught them without issue. Knight stepped forward and "assisted" Millie into the SUV and took off.

"What is going on?" I asked again.

"Here you go, brother," Train said, and handed Mack our food.

"Millie's keys," Mack said, and handed them to Train.

"I'm on it."

"Mack," I snapped.

He faced me and slid his hand to my neck. "Babe, give me a second."

"I'm pregnant, hungry, and confused, bub, you wanna adjust your tone?"

Mack smiled and kissed my nose. "In a second."

Hawk and another brother started their bikes and pulled out of the parking lot as Booker walked toward us. "Hey, Darien."

"Hey, Booker."

"We clocked one, brother," Booker said. "Hawk's following."

Mack nodded. "Just one?"

"Yeah."

"Shit. What the hell are they up to?"

"Millie should have answers."

"We'll see." Mack sighed. "I'm gonna drop Darien home and meet you back at the club."

The rest of the group dispersed and Mack walked me to the car, waiting for me to climb inside before doing the same. He set the food in the back and we headed home.

"Spill," I demanded.

"Millie's into some pretty bad stuff."

"What?" I squeaked.

"She's working for the Kozlov's company and she's helping to funnel money from the businesses they supply into the Kozlov's personal accounts."

"How is she doing that exactly?"

"A little here, a little there, if the client doesn't notice, adds up." He scowled again. "She also doctored those pictures she sent you."

"Millie would never knowingly do anything like that," I argued.

He didn't respond.

"Logan, Millie is one of the most honest people I know. She wouldn't do this. You've made a mistake."

"We haven't made a mistake." He sighed. "I will concede that she might be caught up in somethin' out of her control, but there's no mistake."

I blinked back tears. "Honey, it's Millie. She wouldn't do this."

We pulled into the driveway and Mack turned off the car, facing me. "I'm sorry."

I opened the door and climbed out, stomping to the front door. Letting myself in, I disarmed the alarm and dropped my purse and keys on the sofa in the front room, before heading to the kitchen.

I grabbed a bottled water and napkins and Mack set the food on the island. "I'll take Millie's to her," he said.

"Fine."

"Darien."

I glanced at him. "You're wrong."

"We're not wrong, baby." He closed the distance between us. "But I am gonna figure it out. We're handling it for the moment to keep the FBI out of it."

"The FBI are in it?" I asked, in horror.

"Yeah, they are. Millie's fallen in with some bad shit, Dare. I mean to figure out how much she knows and how far she's in it. If I can protect her, I will."

"Can I come with you?"

"I don't know how late I'm gonna be, babe."

"I'll pack a bag and I can sleep there if I need to."

He sighed, leaning down to kiss me gently. "I let you come, you stay out of the way."

I smiled. "Cross my heart."

"Go pack a bag, I'll get the dog."

"Thanks." I rushed to our room and did as he asked.