The Biker's Fate Chapter 261

"I'm due for some meds," I said, my tone clipped.

"I'll grab 'em." Hatch pulled his phone out of his pocket as he headed to the kitchen, putting the phone to his ear. "Jax, Hatch. Ryan Lundy showed up at Maisie's place. Shut him the fuck down, man, or the Dogs will. I don't give a flyin' fuck why, just take care of it. This is your courtesy call. You won't get another one." He sighed. "Yeah. Bye." Hatch brought me water and a dose of pills which I readily took. "What do you want for lunch?"

"Whatever."

He gripped each arm of the chair and leaned down. "Baby."

"What?"

"Look at me."

I met his eyes and all my anger left me. I could see his hurt and fear, and knew he was worried. "When I heard you scream and saw the psychopath…," he shook his head, "…then, I couldn't get to you fast enough—"

"I know, love. I'm sorry." I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him lift me out of the chair.

Hatch buried his face in my neck. "I get that you have history with these people, but I don't, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let one of them fuckin' hurt you again, you hear me?"

"Okay, love. I can give you that for a little while."

He kissed me and I couldn't help but whimper with need. God, I felt like I was drowning and he was my breath. He'd been sleeping on the sofa because of my injuries, and well, let's be honest; we weren't quite at the sleeping together stage of our relationship, especially because of Poppy. He could have slept in the spare bedroom, but Hatch said he wanted to be between me and the front door.

He broke the frantic kiss and settled his lips gently on my forehead. "If I'm not with you, one of my guys is."

"No."

"Not up for discussion."

"Connor, I really like my privacy. I'm the classic definition of an introvert," I argued. "I don't like people I don't know in my space. I'm weird like that."

"Cricket, then." He cocked his head. "She knows how to check a fuckin' peephole before openin' a door."

"I thought you'd forgotten I gave you keys," I defended, tugging gently on his beard.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. I can handle Cricket," I conceded, dropping my hand. "Does this mean you're okay with me offering her a job?"

"You think she's a right fit?"

"If her résumé came across my desk randomly, I would put it in the 'yes' pile."

"Then, yeah, let's see how it works."

"Oh, can we, gentle, wise, and benevolent one?" I replied, cheekily.

"Can't wait to kiss the sass right off that mouth, Sunshine."

"Something to look forward to."

He closed his eyes briefly and whispered, "Fuck me."

"Mmm, something else to look forward to."

"Holy shit, Maisie."

"I can't believe I just said that," I whispered, my face heating.

"Me neither, baby." He kissed me. "I like it, even if it makes me crazy. But know that it's gonna happen soon and when it does, it's gonna be good."

I shivered. "Promise?"

"Yeah, baby, I promise."

"I can't wait."

And I meant it. I really couldn't wait.

Hatch put his phone to his ear again and walked back to the kitchen as I sat back down in the chair. "Flea, need someone on my woman's kid's school. You on mornings, Train on afternoons. Yeah. Need you to meet her first, yeah?"

"Hatch," I called.

"Yeah, good, okay. Talk to you soon." He hung up and faced me. "Yeah, babe."

"My twelve-year-old's not getting in a car with a man alone, unless it's you, and there's no way in hell she's getting on the back of a bike with any man, ever, so this idea you have of—"

"Maisie, hush." He raised his hand, cutting me off.

"Well, you've got a bloody cheek!"

Hatch chuckled. "Babe, simmer down. I just want one of my guys on her while she's headin' inside and when she's headin' out. I want them to meet her so she knows who's watchin' her and havin' men outside her school doesn't freak her out. Once you start takin' her again, they'll be watchin' you too."

"Oh."

He raised an eyebrow. "You good?"

"I'm not sure yet."

He grinned. "How about I get some food in ya and you can decide then?"

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. "That'd be good."

"Someone's hangry."

"You should probably feed me, then."

He leaned down and gripped the arms of my chair, getting close enough to kiss me gently. "Want you both safe, Sunshine. You're mine, which means, you've got the protection of my brothers… blood and patch. It's time you start meetin' them so you know who you can trust. They'll have your back."

"I never expected that I'd be in a situation where I might need someone to have my back."

"I'm pickin' up on that, baby." He gave me a gentle smile. "Got your back on that as well."

The house phone rang and I sighed. I kind of wanted more kissing time, but since it was probably the lobby, I figured I should answer it. "Maisie Mann."

"Mrs. Mann, I have a Beckett Wickham here. He seems quite agitated."

I frowned. "Ah, that's my brother. You can let him up, Tom. Thank you." I hung up and pushed myself out of the chair.

Hatch slid an arm around my waist. "What are you doin'?"

"My brother appears to have flown all the way here from London unannounced. Apparently, someone's told him what happened, and I'd like to be standing when he lowers the hammer."

"You really think he's gonna fuckin' lower the hammer?"

"I was hurt a week ago, love, and I didn't ring to tell him."

"Babe," he admonished. "Why not?"