The Biker's Fate Chapter 231

Knight

As much as I hated the Armani suit I currently wore, it did get me into the places I couldn't go wearing my cut and cowboy boots. And today didn't disappoint. Mack, Ace, and Booker followed, letting me take the lead. I smiled as I approached the receptionist, not missing her assessing gaze. "May I help you?"

"We're here to see Mr. Weston. He's expecting us. Aidan Scott."

"I'll let his assistant know you're here."

I turned back to my brothers and we took a seat by the window, none of us saying a word. Just waiting. My brother Jaxon waited downstairs with his FBI partner, Brock Williams, refusing to come up with us for plausible deniability. Not that they needed it. They already had all the evidence they needed for an arrest...they'd already tracked the money Bart paid two men to burn the home down, but the plausible deniability was more for what was going to take place during the meeting.

A tall blonde woman approached with a smile. "Mr. Scott? Mr. Weston will see you now."

We stood and followed her down the hall and into a conference room with frosted glass walls, which made it impossible to see in from the outside. I smiled to myself. Perfect.

Kim's uncle rose to his feet, his smug, fat face breaking into a smile. "Gentlemen, hello. It's not every day that I have my favorite niece's trainer in my presence," he said as he shook our hands.

As I slid my hand into Bart's, I turned him to the side and twisted his arm up behind his back, slapping my other hand over Bart's mouth. "Your favorite niece? The one you raped?"

Bart mumbled something, but I tugged his arm higher. "Or was it the niece whose horse you killed? Or was it the one whose home you tried to burn down? No, must have been the one whose horse you kidnapped and tried to kill. My brothers and I have a message... one we're going to deliver here and now... and then if we ever see your face again, if Kim ever hears from you again, you won't ever be able to receive anything again. Do you hear me?"

When Bart didn't respond, I tugged his arm until I felt it pop out of joint.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear that."

Bart nodded, his face red, tears streaming down his cheeks like the pussy he was.

"After we fill you in on our message, you will be contacting the local authorities to confess your sins... all of them, because if you don't, we will know. Do you hear me?"

Bart nodded.

"I don't think I believe him," Ace said.

"Well, it's a good thing we have a contact that can help take that confession," I said. "Give me two minutes, then text."

The Dogs turned their backs and I patted Bart down, finding a handkerchief. I gagged Bart with it before releasing him and punching him in the stomach. Bart doubled over while taking a wild swing at me. I countered and hit him again. Bart groaned, holding his stomach.

"Not so fun when someone can fight back, huh?" I snapped, stepping into another swing. I kept my shots below the neck and above the waist. By the time Jaxon and Brock busted in to arrest Bart, I was finished. I held up my hands and stepped away from Bart.

"He tried to leave. I had to detain him," I said.

Jaxon had to know I was lying but didn't call me on it. Instead, he said, "We'll take it from here."

I nodded and walked out the door, climbed in an elevator, and rode it down to the garage. Ace, Mack, and Booker were at my back, and followed me to Booker's where I found my woman sobbing on the sofa with Dani and Darien, watching some fuckin' romance movie.

Dani paused the movie. "That was quick."

Kim flew off the couch and into my arms.

"That's the only reason you should ever cry, sugar," I whispered.

"Huh?"

"A fuckin' movie," I said, kissing her hair.

She giggled and stroked my cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I am now." I hid my bruised knuckles by sliding my hands into my pockets. "Ready to go home?"

"So ready."

We said our goodnights to our family and headed out. "I want you at my back, sugar. We'll get your car tomorrow," I said as we stepped into the elevator.

"Okay, honey."

We walked to my bike and I helped her with a helmet, sliding my leather jacket over her shoulders since she didn't have one, and climbed on. Kim tucked herself against me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and we took off for home.

Once inside our apartment, I kissed her gently and she smiled up at me. "What happened?"

"Your uncle brought in goons to deal with Flea and Jo while he took Fozzie. They got the jump on Flea when he walked to his bike to get his smokes. Not sure on the details at that point, but they took him and Fozzie to some abandoned barn not far from Jo's."

"The big blue one off the freeway?"

"You know it?"

"Sort of. I drive by it a lot. Probably a perfect place to hide a horse for a little while."

"That's what he was countin' on. Where they made one mistake was leavin' Flea in the trailer with Fozzie. I think they were plannin' on moving both of them again, but Flea came to, managed to get himself out of his bindings, and texted the info. By the time we got there, your uncle was long gone, but his goons'll be hurtin' for a while."

"What happened after that?"

"Sugar, you don't need to worry about what happened after that. Now settle. I need to hold you a bit."

"Okay." She hugged me, settling her cheek to my chest. "I love you, Aidan."

"Love you, too, sugar."

"When do you want to get married?"

"Tomorrow... wait, what?"

She giggled as she pulled away slightly. "How does two months sound?"

"Fuck, seriously?"

"Yes. I want at least two babies before I turn thirty."

Which meant we had about two years.

"I can put a baby in you every year if you want me to." I stroked her hair. "You really going to marry me?"

"Hell, yes. Since I can't live without you, I probably should."

With a holler, I lifted her over my shoulder, slapping her ass, and she wrapped her arms around my back. "Knight! Ohmigod, if you drop me, you're going to be in so much trouble!"

I did drop her, but gently onto our bed, where I peeled every stitch of clothing from her body, kissing as I went. I made love to her and it felt different this time. No better or worse, just more somehow.

"I'm home," she whispered.

"Yeah, sugar. We both are."

"Thanks for being my armor."

I chuckled. "Thanks for pullin' your head outta your ass."

"Excuse me?" She straddled me with a disgruntled squeak.

I shifted so she was under me and I grinned. "I don't stutter."

"We've just had this beautiful moment. Are you really going to ruin it by being a butt?"

"Shhh," I whispered, kissing my way down her body. "I'm gonna make up for it right now."

I watched her lick her lips, her pussy already wet, waiting for what I was going to do next, and my dick went rock hard... again. I ran my tongue over her folds, sucking gently on her clit and she whimpered as she wove her hands into my hair. "You taste so good, sugar. Like fuckin' honey."

I shifted so I was kneeling between her legs and I slid into her, leaning down to kiss her as I thrust into her over and over again, refusing to stop until we both came. As I pulled her into my arms, I knew I'd never let her go. She was mine and I'd spend the rest of my life proving that good men stuck around... and I'd treasure every second.