The Biker's Fate Chapter 333

Poppy

Three years later…

Devon Wallace is a dick!

A gorgeous, badass biker with a body chiseled out of marble… but regardless… a total dick. I let out a frustrated squeak and threw my phone on the bed. It bounced off and dropped on the floor, popping the back open.

"Damn it!" I snapped.

"Poppy," Mum called through the door before knocking and pushing it open. "You okay, poppet?"

I took a deep breath, then another, and schooled my features before facing her. "I'm super."

She leaned against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow. "So, the string of foul-mouthed expletives that just came out of your mouth was, what?"

I scoffed. "Mum."

My mother was all-British, gorgeous, and had a mouth like a sailor when it suited her.

She smiled. "Devon rang, I take it?"

"Just to be clear… murder's wrong, correct?" I asked, and reassembled my phone.

"In the case of Devon, no, but you have to leave that to your dad. He's called dibs."

"I'm going to have to renegotiate the terms of that contract," I retorted.

Not only had Devon gutted me three years ago, he'd upped the ante on his overprotective shenanigans. Going so far as to have a couple bikers from the Savannah chapter "check on me" from time to time. I know it wasn't Hatch doing it, because Hatch would have just told me. These guys tended to be evasive about who sent them, but after three "check-ups," I'd had enough, and decided to drag Grace down to a club get-together.

Everyone treated us like royalty, considering they adored my dad and respected the shit out of him, and I was welcomed into the fold completely. I also "negotiated" a texting check-up system, rather than the drive-bys, but I had to agree to get-togethers every other month so they could get "eyes on me."

Whatever. They were crazy, but they were my crazies, so I'd agreed. Devon, however, hadn't been particularly happy about the situation, but since he was low on the totem pole of power in the club, he only had so much say.

Why he wanted any at all flabbergasted me. He'd made his opinion of me known when he'd turned up his nose in disgust at my kiss, so he could just fuck the fuck off.

Mum chuckled. "We're getting ready to head out, so Dad wanted to go over a few things with you."

"Okay."

I slid my phone into my pocket and followed her downstairs. I was home for spring break and watching my little brothers, Flash and Jamie, while Mum and Hatch flew to Savannah for the weekend. I was really looking forward to some quality time with my little biker boys, considering I hadn't been home this past holiday season. I had been working and studying so hard (and avoiding Devon), I didn't get home much anymore.

Hatch grinned as I walked into the kitchen, holding his arms open and I walked into his hug. "Hey, baby girl."

"Hi, Sid."

He kissed my head. "You good?"

"She wants to kill Devon," Mum said.

He chuckled. "Killin' Sparky's my job."

I groaned. I couldn't believe the club had given Devon the same biker name as my dog. Funny, yes, because the reason behind it was appropriate, but it meant that every time I called Sparky (the dog), I thought of Devon. He was helping with the expansion to the clubhouse (since he had a shit ton of experience with building) and he kept forgetting to turn off the breaker box or whatever before installing a couple of lights. It happened two or three times, so the Club decided to bust his balls permanently with his new nickname.

I wrinkled my nose. "I'm taking over that responsibility."

He chuckled. "What'd he do?"

What did he do? He found out I was home, called me and insisted I didn't go anywhere without checking in with him first. Like he had any say over my life!

Dick.

"Not worth talking about it. It just gives him power."

Hatch gave me a squeeze. "Okay, baby girl, but if he's messin' with you, I'll end him."

"I know. I appreciate that. I'll let you know if I need your badassery."

"Sounds good."

One of the things I loved the most about Hatch was he didn't meddle. He was exclusively hands-off. Mum was too, kind of. She had her ways of getting information without actually asking anyone a direct question. It was witchcraft, but it worked for her.

"Let me show you the gas and water shut-offs," Hatch said, and I followed him into the garage.

Hatch was the Sgt. At Arms for the Dogs of Fire Motorcycle Club, and he was highly organized… which is why he had a 'book' with all the information about their home in detailed myopic epic-ness.

"I think you missed your calling, you know that, right?"

Hatch raised an eyebrow. "How do you figure?"

I flipped a sheet protected set of instructions with a thwap. "You would have made someone a very nice personal assistant."

He dropped his head back and laughed. "And this is why you're my favorite daughter."

"I'm your only daughter."

"Yeah, but you're still my favorite."

"That's good to know." I smiled. "You're my favorite Sid, so we're even."

"Glad we got that sorted."

"Dad!" Flash called.

Flash's real name was Parker, but no one ever called him that. Mum always complained how quickly he could disappear from her sightline, and since he'd been fast on his feet, so to speak, ever since he was born, Hatch always called him "Flash."

"Out here, bud," Hatch called.

"I finished. Wanna see?"

"Yeah." We walked back into the house and Flash handed Hatch the model airplane he'd been working on. "Great job," Hatch said.

Flash was holding some war bomber that he and Hatch had been building together, mostly because Flash was obsessed with airplanes and Hatch was an incredible dad and wanted to share in all of our interests. He never missed any of my school events or horse shows. Even if he had a job with the Club, he was there… we were always his priority.

Unlike Devon.

Devon was a dick.

"Poppy!" Snapping fingers appeared in front of me and a grinning James Wallace came into focus.

"Hey, Jamie." I grinned, giving him a hug. "Are you going to play something for me later?"

Jamie had decided he wanted to play drums this year, so he was taking lessons and I knew my parents were going to buy him a drum kit this year, because they were amazing.