The Biker's Fate Chapter 184

Kim

Six months later...

I SMILED AT Train as he allowed me entrance into Blush. Gorgeous, tatted, but very, very young, Train was a recruit for the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club and I adored him. Blush was owned by the Dogs and run by Mack and Booker and ever since meeting Mack, I'd been inducted into the Dogs family.

Technically, that happened when Dani and Booker hooked up too, I suppose, but Mack had gone the extra mile and assumed the role of big brother... annoyingly so. The club might not be outlaw, but they protected their women like they were (to the point of irritation sometimes), and that meant he cramped my style far more than I liked.

Tonight, however, neither Booker nor Mack were working, so technically I shouldn't be here, but I needed a distraction. I'd been dealing with some strange phone calls of late, along with notes and gifts left on my car at work. I'd asked Mack and Knight about them (in passing) and neither of them knew anything about it, so I dropped it, but now the gifts were getting weird and starting to freak me out. Sexy lingerie, sensual oils and such, and sex toys were left in obvious places for me to find. It was creepy.

On top of the weird stalker, my mother was doubling down on her phone calls and harassment. She was up to something, but I wasn't entirely sure what, and since she wasn't sharing, I had to keep my guard up.

Maybe getting laid would help me relax and take my mind off things for a bit.

This thought brought me to Knight and whether or not he'd be here. Now that's a man who'd be able to take my mind off everything.

His presence was a crapshoot, but I knew he'd had some group vet class out in Salem today, so he probably wouldn't be back until way late. Fine by me since I wanted to have a little fun, and if he, and/or Mack or Booker were working, that would be greatly squashed. Partly because he was also protective, but mostly because I'd be distracted with how much I wanted him in my bed instead of whomever I chose tonight.

I'd pretty much decided Knight and I wouldn't work. Chalk it up to my many issues with intimacy, sexual and otherwise, the fact he was down to earth and sweet and, quite frankly, I think I would more than likely devour him. I liked him way too much, which was new to me. I'd never been this interested in a man, and damn it if it wasn't his face I saw when I came. In fact, it had gotten so bad; the only way I could come was to imagine him there. I hadn't slept with anyone in months, even my vibrator had let me down. Ever since I met Knight, every man was compared to him and they never measured up. Pathetic.

Tonight that was going to change, however. At least, I hoped it would.

I pushed my way through the crowd and slid up to the bar. Cricket was pouring and I grinned as I climbed onto a stool. Her brother, Hatch, was the Sergeant at Arms for the club and I was surprised he let her work here, but I didn't pry.

"Hey Kim," Cricket said, setting a margarita in front of me.

"Hey." I sipped my drink and sighed. I loved that I didn't even need to ask and it was always perfect. "Thanks."

"No problem."

I handed her my credit card to start a tab and took another sip. "Busier than normal, huh?"

"Fuckin' conference. It's douchebag central tonight. Watch yourself... wedding rings are off."

"Oh, I love cheaters," I droned sarcastically.

Cricket nodded. "I'm messin' with 'em. Don't tell Mack."

I giggled. "Secret's safe with me."

Cricket checked her phone and gave me a sympathetic look. "Speak of the Devil...Mack wants you in his office."

"What the hell?" I choked on a sip. "He's not supposed to be here."

"Yeah, there was an issue, so he had to come in. Sorry, hon."

"I'll just sit here for a bit."

"Your funeral." Cricket smiled and left me to help a group of men at the other end of the bar. She returned a few minutes later and handed me a bottled water. "Hydrate."

I giggled. "Don't talk to me like you know me."

She chuckled and grabbed her phone again. "Second request from Mack."

"I don't care."

"He just sent a girl home and she looked happy. If she's happy, he must be happy," Cricket said. "Maybe he'll loosen the reins a bit?"

Mack loved sex almost as much as I did... however, he slept with far more women than I did men. There had been moments in the past when I wondered what it would be like to partake and see if he was as good as his discarded women swore, but sleeping with Mack would probably screw up my chances of bedding the man I actually wanted.

"Not likely," I grumbled. "He and I apparently need to have another conversation about boundaries."

"Good luck with that."

"Thanks." I sipped my drink as Cricket did her job and I tried to avoid the inevitable.

I was given enough time to finish my margarita and take two sips of water before Pug shoved a guy away from me and smiled. Pug's nickname fit him perfectly because he looked like a pug. He was bald and tatted pretty much everywhere (that I could see) and like most dogs, it would probably take a good neutering to get his aggression issues under control. "Mack wants you."

"I heard."

"You gonna come now?"

I scowled. "No."

"Babe, don't fuckin' do that, yeah?" Pug ground out. "I don't have time for you asserting your independence right now."

"Piss off, Pug."

"Kim, seriously."

I let out a frustrated groan and slid off my stool. There was no point in arguing, I had no power here and I'd just drive myself crazy trying to dispute the great and powerful Mack. I squared my shoulders and headed toward Mack's office at the back of the club.

Flea stood sentry, but smiled as I approached and leaned down to kiss my cheek. "Hey, gorgeous," he said.

"Hey."

He didn't say anything else as he pushed open the door and let me walk through. I heard the door close behind me and glanced back, grateful Pug didn't follow.

As I continued down the hall, Mack stepped out of his office, crossed his arms, and frowned. "Why are you here alone, Kimmie?"

"I'm not alone. You're here."

"Fuck me." He dropped his head back with a frustrated sigh.

"No thanks," I said, brightly.

"Babe, I get that you're independent and shit but tonight is the worst fuckin' night to be here alone."

"Why?"

"You're seriously asking me that?" he snapped.