The Biker's Fate Chapter 322

Maverick stretched out, pulling me slightly on top of him and kissing me gently. "It won't happen again."

"I know."

Shifting me, He laid his hand on my belly and kissed me again. "God, baby, if anything happened to you two..."

"I know, Mav. We're okay."

He stroked my face. "We're taking care of this on Saturday."

"What?"

"The Spiders."

I gasped. "No. Don't." I sat up. "Please don't put yourself in danger, Möosh. They haven't done anything! Just leave it."

"Yet. They haven't done anything yet. We're gonna make sure they can't."

"No." I pushed off the sofa. "I forbid it."

He raised an eyebrow. "You forbid it?"

"Yes. I forbid it," I repeated.

"Love it when you're feisty, Lil."

"Do not patronize me, Maverick Quinn. I will not sit back and let you put yourself in danger. You have a child to think about."

Maverick sat up and leaned forward. "You think I'm not thinking about you and our baby?"

"If you're heading into something that could potentially get you killed, then no, you're not thinking hard enough."

He slapped his hands on his thighs and rose to his feet. "Well, now that I know where we stand."

"Ohmigod, Maverick, don't make this a thing."

"Jenny got to you today, Lil. She fucking got to you!" he bellowed.

I blinked. He'd never yelled at me before. He'd raised his voice but never like this.

"But she won't ever again, Mav. If you rush in and attack, they will have the advantage. You'll go in half-cocked, emotional, and you'll be vulnerable."

"I'm not having this conversation with you. The club's made a call. I'm a recruit, and I'm going along with the call they've made."

"Oh, hell no." I stalked to the door and pulled it open. "I'm shutting this shit down."

I arrived upstairs to a similar argument happening between our parents. Mom was giving Dad a piece of her mind, while Cassidy (in her quiet, calm way) glared daggers at Ace. Flea was nowhere to be seen... smart man.

"Please don't do this," I said to no one in particular. "It's suicide."

"Not your call, baby girl," Dad said.

"Why the hell not?" Mom snapped. "This is about her, so she should have some say in it."

"Club business," Dad ground out.

"Fuck your club business, handsome."

Mom only called Dad "handsome" in that tone when she was about to go postal on his ass, so I stepped back a little.

Maverick dragged his hands down his face. "We're putting a plan in place. We're not going in blind."

"Maverick," Ace warned.

Cassidy threw her hands in the air and, without a word, walked out of the room. I heard the front door slam a few seconds later. Ace sighed and followed, while Maverick and I remained with my parents.

"Which part of confidential did you not fuckin' understand, Maverick?" Hawk snapped.

Maverick crossed his arms but didn't respond.

"You obviously told Mom," I pointed out. "So don't go blaming Maverick for giving me a little heads-up on you guys being idiots! Do you seriously think I'm going to be okay if my child doesn't have a father or grandfathers?"

"Lily—" Dad started.

"No, handsome," Mom cut in. "You and your merry band of idiots need to go back to the table and come up with another plan because I swear to God if you do anything that endangers your life... or Maverick's... I will kill you."

"How long we been together?" Dad demanded.

Mom scoffed. "What the hell does that have anything to do with anything?"

"How long, Payton?"

"Almost twenty years," she answered.

"In twenty years, have I ever done anything that leads you to believe I'm an idiot?"

Mom crossed her arms. "You don't want me to go there, handsome."

"I think we should let you two talk," I said and faced Maverick. "You and I can continue this downstairs."

I headed back toward the apartment. My parents almost never fought, so when they did, it was usually big. I wanted to be anywhere but there.

Maverick closed the door behind us, and I faced him. "If you're going to try and convince me that whatever you have planned isn't going to be dangerous, save your breath. I'm tired, and I don't want to fight."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me forward. "I don't want to fight either. Let's just eat, and we'll stow the subject for now."

I nodded. Since it was Maverick's night to cook, I headed to the shower and took some time to decompress. Flipping off the water, I grabbed my towel and stepped out of the shower just as Maverick walked into the bathroom.

"Dinner's ready," he said.

"Thanks, honey."

"Hey." I met his eyes, and he smiled. "I'll talk to our dads, and we'll figure something out. Something that's less dangerous."

"I just don't want you dead," I said.

He chuckled. "I know, baby doll. We'll figure it out."

All of a sudden, I felt movement in my belly and gasped, gripping my stomach.

Maverick's face dropped. "Baby?"

"I'm okay. I just felt the baby move for the first time."

"Yeah?"

I nodded and pulled his hand to my stomach. "I don't know if you can feel yet, but... right here. Do you feel it?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I scheduled the sonogram for three weeks. We should be able to see the sex of the baby by then."

"Sounds good." He knelt in front of me and kissed my stomach gently. "Hey, baby. It's Daddy. You're gonna be so loved."

Tears leaked down my cheeks, and I pulled Maverick up and hugged him. He kissed my temple and held me for a few minutes before he said, "Time to eat."

"Just a little longer."

He chuckled and held me "just a little longer."