The Biker's Fate Chapter 208

Kim

I came awake slowly, opening my eyes to find my bed still empty. I grabbed my phone... it was almost noon and there was no word from Knight. Something big must be up. I decided to call Dani instead.

She answered after one ring. "Hello? Who is this? It can't possibly be my best friend. She's been MIA for weeks."

I giggled. "I know, honey. I'm sorry."

"Training and working must be kicking your butt big time," she observed.

"Yeah. Knight's given us the day off, which is good, because he's in the middle of club business right now."

"I don't know anything if you're wondering."

"No, I figured you wouldn't." I sighed. "Is Booker at the club?"

"Huh-uh. I'm so close to popping this baby out, he won't leave me."

I smiled. "I don't blame him."

"You okay? Is Fozzie okay?"

"Yep. Knight's got him covered twenty-four-seven." I stretched a little, missing my man. "He's never been safer."

"Neither have you."

"This is also really true," I said. "I wish I'd listened to you sooner."

Dani started to laugh, so hard she had to put the phone down for a second. "Ohmigod, I just peed a little," she admitted once she got back on the line. "I'm so over this kid sitting on my bladder."

"I can only imagine." I smiled. "I can't wait to snuggle him."

"Me too, lady."

I climbed out of bed and stepped into the bathroom. "Okay, so shower next weekend... still want to do it at your place?"

"Yes," Danielle said.

"Well, that's good since the invites have gone out."

She chuckled. "I got mine. Thank you for working so hard on those, they're gorgeous."

"You're welcome." I had hand-stamped twenty-five cards, then glued little motorcycle boots and blue bows to them. It was the project from hell and one I had no intention to attempting again. Invitations via email were happening next time my bestie got herself knocked up.

I heard the front door of my apartment slam and it startled me a little. "I think Knight just got here. I'm gonna let you go."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you, too." I hung up and slid on my robe, padding out to the living room. "Honey, is that you?"

"Yeah, sugar," he called from the kitchen. He peeked out from the fridge and smiled. "Who else would it be?"

I relaxed. "I don't know. A burglar?"

"Pretty shitty burglar makin' all this noise."

"This is true. Everything okay?"

"Peachy." He lifted a beer to his lips, and I saw his knuckles had been bandaged.

I frowned, leaning against the island. "What happened?"

"Someone made another attempt on Fozzie."

"What the hell? When?"

"Couple hours ago."

"Why didn't you wake me?" I snapped as I headed back to the bedroom.

"Kim, he's fine. The guy didn't get anywhere near him.

I yanked open a drawer and pulled out a pair of leggings. "I'm going to see for myself."

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. "I'll take you out there, Kim, but can I get an hour of shut-eye first?"

"No! Ohmigod, Aidan, I want to make sure he's okay." I shrugged out of his embrace. "I don't need you to come with me."

"Fuck, Kim."

I took a deep breath. "I need to check on Fozzie. Stay here, get some sleep. I can go and be back in an hour."

"No," he let out in a resigned sigh. "I'll take you."

I slid my hands to his chest. "I'm not trying to be difficult, honey. I'm really okay with going alone. I have the Dogs at my back, so—"

"I'm comin' with you, Kim. End of discussion."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, sir. Anything you say, sir."

Knight dropped his expression of irritation and smiled. "Hold that thought until I have you naked and under me."

"Okay, honey."

I dressed quickly and dragged my tired man down to the garage. This time he didn't object when I insisted on driving. "What happened to your hands?"

"Nothin'."

"Aidan, if they're bandaged, that means something happened," I countered. "Was that about Fozzie?"

"Club business, sug."

I hissed in irritation, but let it go... for now.

Pulling up to the barn, I climbed out of my car and made a run for Fozzie's stall, stopping short when I saw the perfectly coiffed head of my mother cooing at my horse.

Buck gave me a look of assurance... he was obviously watching her, not letting her anywhere near touching distance of Fozzie.

I moved again, feeling Knight behind me and beyond relieved he was with me. "Mother."

"Oh, sweetheart," she gushed, and then frowned. "You look tired. Are you getting enough sleep? Why is this scary looking man watching Fozzie?"

Before she could pull me in for a hug, Knight stepped between us, and stuck out his hand. "Mrs. Church. It's nice to meet you. I'm Knight."

I'm not too proud to say that I hid behind his giant body and dropped my head to his back, drawing strength from his protection.

"As in medieval?" my mother asked.

"Somethin' like that, ma'am." He chuckled. "I'm Fozzie's vet."

"Oh, you're a doctor?"

I groaned. God, she was so transparent. It was all about status for her.

"Yes, ma'am. And this is Buck. I have him watchin' out for Kim's horse."

I found my backbone and stepped out from behind Knight. "What are you doing here, Mother?"

My mother's surgically lifted and botoxed face made the only expression it could, but I could read her judgy eyes perfectly. "Well, that's a nice how do you do, considering you haven't returned any of my phone calls."

Knight settled his hand on my lower back. "That's actually my fault, ma'am. I've been keeping her busy."

My mother gasped, and I glared up at Knight, then softened my features. "It's not what you're thinking."

"You have no idea what I'm thinking," she said, haughtily.

"Knight's a vet, but he's also Aidan Scott."

"Olympic trainer, Aidan Scott?"

I nodded.

"Your daughter's training for the American Olympic Team, Mrs. Church. With me."

She let out a squeal and pulled me in for a bony hug. "Just wait until the shrews down at the club hear about this. None of their daughters have gone to the Olympics. I'm going to be famous."

Of course you are. Because it's all about you.

"Well, I'm not on it yet, Mom."

She broke our embrace and smiled. "Right, well, now that I know you're not dead, I'm going to meet Chantel for lunch."

Before I could comment, she flittered away, and I dropped my head onto Knight's chest. "Ohmigod, she's insane."

Knight's arms pulled me closer as he chuckled. "Baby, she's twirly."

"What?" I met his eyes.

"She's a twirly twirly princess. She has no power."

"You think so, huh?"

"Yeah." He slid his hands into my hair. "You can manage her."

"I can?"

"You absolutely can, sugar. Trust me. You've got this."

"Well, you handled her like a pro," I said, pulling away from him and, after greeting Buck, I stepped into Fozzie's stall. Knight stepped across the aisleway and Apollo poked his head out. "You moved Apollo?" He'd been one barn over due to mine being full. "When?"

"This mornin'. With all the shit goin' on, figured both of them could be watched."

"Good idea," I said as Fozzie shoved his nose into my hand. I handed him the carrot I was holding and ran my hands over his neck. "Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?"

"No one's gettin' near that horse while we're around, Kim," Buck said.

I smiled. "I appreciate that, but you don't know what my family's capable of."

Knight chuckled. "And you haven't figured out what we're capable of."

"I'm counting on that," I said. "Since we're here, I think I'll lunge him a bit."

"Yeah?"

Knight sounded wrecked and I sighed. "I can skip it, honey."

He smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yes."

"'Preciate it, sugar."

Feeling far more confident in the protection Buck and the other guys were providing, I gave Fozzie one more treat and kissed his muzzle then led Knight back to my car.

"What's going on, Knight?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator.

"Not entirely sure yet."

"What do you know so far?"

"Can we talk about this after I grab a little shut-eye?"

"Only if you promise we'll actually talk. You have a unique ability to deflect."

We walked through the front door and straight back to the bathroom, although, Knight didn't follow me.

"Aidan?"

I stepped back into my bedroom and found him sprawled across my bed... out cold. See? Unique ability to deflect my questions.

Good lord, he was gorgeous, but his boots were close to touching my Ralph Lauren bedding and I did not want to have to deal with removing manure from my linens. I managed to pull his boots off and drop them in the laundry room without waking him, and then I headed into the kitchen to make something to eat.