The Biker's Fate Chapter 200

I decided I'd rather finish my sandwich than volley words with him, so I took another bite. I was hungry and he was smart, so I knew that if I attempted to engage, I'd more than likely starve, and he'd win.

Knight helped me clean up after we finished our food, and then he took my hand and led me to the sofa, pulling me down beside him. He wrapped an arm around me, effectively locking me against him, his arm like a vice. "Who was that man?"

"What man?"

"Kim, this is gonna go better if you don't try to fuck around, yeah?"

I sighed. "My uncle."

"Ah, right the senator. I knew I recognized him," he said. "Why are you afraid of him?"

"I'm not," I lied.

He smacked my leg gently with the hand wrapped around my thigh. "Sugar."

"I'm not telling you that, Aidan."

"Yeah, babe you are."

I moved to stand, but he held me where I was. My efforts were futile, the man was six-foot-six and stronger than even his height would suggest, but I still tried.

"Kim. Settle," he demanded.

"I'm settled."

He sighed. "Tell me why you're afraid of your uncle."

"No."

"Yes."

I pressed my lips into a thin line and pulled my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs.

"Sugar, this is a safe space. You can tell me anything."

I shook my head. I was not going down this road with him.

"I'm not leavin' 'til you tell me."

"Well, you're gonna be here a while then, and you're not moving in, Knight."

He gave me a gentle squeeze. "I am if you stay silent."

"You're impossible."

"I haven't even begun to be impossible, sugar."

I scowled at him and shook my head.

He stared me down. "Got all day, Kim."

"Well, I don't. I have a shift tonight."

"You better get to it, then."

I huffed. "This is none of your business."

"Ya think?"

"Yeah, I think," I snapped.

"Why are you afraid of him, Kim?" he asked again gently.

"Aidan, please let this go."

"Kim. Why are you afraid of him?"

Thoughts of my session with Dr. Grace years ago flashed in my mind and I shivered. I'd told her everything that had happened with my uncle and a week later, the doctor's dog had been found dead in her yard. Poisoned. Sad, yes, but reminiscent of another time I'd told and suffered the consequences, especially, since they never caught the person who did it.

"Kimmie?" he pressed.

"Knight, drop it, please. The last time I said anything to anyone, horrible things happened."

"Nothin's going to happen, sugar, trust me."

"No."

"I will find out, Kim. I'd like you to tell me, but if you won't, I'll have Booker hack whatever the hell he needs to hack to find out."

"You wouldn't!"

"Don't test me." He cocked his head. "Why are you afraid of him?"

"Because he raped me," I whispered, a little shocked I'd shared.

Knight's body locked. "When?"

"It started when I was eight," I whispered.

"Started?"

I swallowed. "I don't want to do this."

"Sugar, when did it end?"

"I was fifteen. It ended when I moved to Europe."

"Fuck me," he said, pulling me against his chest. "I'm so sorry, honey."

This was the moment when my carefully cultivated mile high wall crumbled. As soon as I was in the safety of his arms, I folded and burst into tears. "I told people, Aidan. I told everyone I could. They killed my horse."

"Who killed your horse, sugar?"

"My uncle... and I think my mom helped." I took a deep, shaky breath. "It was to get me to shut up. It's why I was so afraid for Fozzie. My mom didn't want anyone to ruin my uncle's political plans, so they sent me away. Boarding school in Switzerland. I was there for two years."

"Then where?"

"Here. Grams left me money, so I moved in with Dani for a while, then got this apartment."

"You've lived here all that time?"

I nodded against his chest. "I bought it and moved in two days after I turned eighteen. Then I told Dr. Grace a few years ago and her dog was killed. I know it was my family again. Please promise me you'll watch your back."

"I will, sugar." He shifted, disengaged from me, and rose to his feet.

"You're leaving?" I asked, panicking.

"No, honey. I'm getting you some water."

God, he was such a good guy. Way too good for me.

"You should probably go." I took the distraction to rise to my feet. "I need to get ready for work."

He frowned at me as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I'm not leavin', Kim."

"But you should."

Knight closed the distance between us, setting the water on the island as he passed it. He slid his hands to my neck and tipped my chin up with his thumbs. "You need to understand somethin', and really hear me on this, Kimmie, I'm not leavin'. I get that you're independent and you've been dealing with this shit a long time alone, but it's done."

"Yeah, I know it's done. It's been done for a while."

"Not what I mean, sugar, and you know it." I rolled my eyes, but he kept my face anchored between his hands.

"Can I have my face back, please?"

"Not done, Kim." He smiled. "You have protection now."

"I have plenty of condoms, Knight."

He chuckled. "Armor, sugar."

"Armor? Really? What kind of armor?"

He chuckled. "Me."

"How medieval of you," I grumbled.

"It's you and me now, sugar. We're a team."

He released me and I dragged my hands down my face. "Aidan, you're being ridiculous."

Knight studied me. "If you really don't love me, Kim, and you really don't want someone at your back, then say the word and I'll leave."