The Biker's Fate Chapter 345

Poppy

Devon kissed me again and then climbed onto his bike and rode away. I felt sick and I now knew exactly how my mother felt whenever Sid had to ride off into unknown danger.

I locked up and flopped onto the sofa, preparing myself for a sleepless night… Sparky, my ever-faithful companion, whined a little. "I know, baby, I miss him too."

I desperately wanted to call my mother, but I wasn't ready to share the news of our newly formed relationship status yet. I knew Mum would support me one-hundred percent, but I was admittedly concerned about what my dad would think. Sid was protective. More so than Devon, so, yeah, I wasn't ready to fill him in on this just yet.

After what felt like hours, Gracie arrived home and walked into the living room where I was pacing. "Where's Devon?" she asked.

I filled her in on what I knew and checked my phone… again. "He's still not at the compound. He promised he'd text."

"It's gonna take him a minute to get back, right? How about we have some wine and watch a movie?"

I nodded. "Thanks, Gracie."

I poured wine while Grace popped the corn, my phone buzzing mid-pour into my glass and I answered immediately. "Devon?"

"No, it's Mum. What's happened with Devon?"

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

"Um…"

"Are you two fighting again?"

"Um… not exactly."

"Poppy Kenna Mann Wallace, start talking, young lady."

"There's something going on with the club. But I don't know what just yet."

"So, you two are friends again," she said.

"We've always been friends."

"Lovey, this sham has to stop."

"What sham?"

She sighed… loud. "I know you two are hopelessly in love with each other, so the fact you answered the phone sounding like your heart might jump out of your chest, indicates to me you've moved to a different phase of your relationship."

"Mum," I breathed out.

"Poppy," she mimicked.

"Um…"

"Poppet." Mum sighed again. "I won't tell Dad."

"You can't promise that, Mum."

"So, there is something going on."

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

"Mummy—"

"Don't you 'mummy' me," she retorted.

This time it was my turn to sigh. My mother was right. I only used 'mummy' when I needed to butter her up. "I don't know what to say."

"You used to tell me everything."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "I still do."

"You're very tight-lipped when it comes to Devon."

"Well, there's the Sid factor," I pointed out.

"What exactly do you think your dad's going to do, poppet?"

"I just don't want to disappoint you two."

"Baby girl, there isn't anything you could do to disappoint us. We love you. Unconditionally."

"Let me ask you this," I said. "What's his opinion of Devon, in regard to me?"

"That's complicated, because it wouldn't matter if it was Devon or some guy down the street."

"Exactly. So, I think it's better I talk to you both face-to-face."

"Bloody hell, it's that serious?"

"Mum."

"Darling, I promise I won't share whatever you tell me with your dad."

I frowned. "I can't ask you to do that."

"Would it help if I told you he's not here?"

"Meaning…"

"He's been called to Savannah, which is why I'm giving you a ring."

I gasped. "Oh my god, it's that bad?"

"Apparently."

My stomach churned, my eyes filling with tears. "I don't like this."

"I know, poppet."

"How do you do this, Mum?"

"Watch the man you love more than life walk into a potentially dangerous situation?" she asked.

"Yes," I breathed out.

"I drink. A lot."

I snorted, glancing at my wine. "I have a glass of red poured, and Gracie's getting popcorn."

"Right, so now that you've admitted you've stepped into the biker world officially, care to share with your old mum?"

"How much?"

"All of it, darling."

So, I did. I left out the sex bits, but filled her in on everything else. And it felt good… amazing, actually… to share all this with my mother.

"Wow," she whispered. "I didn't realize you'd been suffering with all of this."

"Well, we weren't doing a very good job of communicating, and then throw in the dad element and he didn't want to piss Sid off, so he stayed aloof."

"Sounds like it."

I bit my lip. "Are you mad?"

She chuckled. "Not even a little bit."

"Really?"

"Poppet, you're a grown woman and I raised you right. You've never made a bad or suspect decision so far, I trust you to figure out what you want in life. And Devon's an incredible human being, especially with what he's had to endure with his mother, so I absolutely approve. Well, unless he hurts you, then your dad has my permission to castrate him."

I giggled. "Why do you always go to removing the nuts?"

"That's your dad's influence."

I rolled my eyes. "Good to know."

"I'm really glad you're settled, poppet. Makes my heart happy."

"Thanks, Mummy. I love him more than I could ever imagine."

"I know how you feel," she said. "And I'd imagine Daddy's going to visit when he's done in Savannah."

"Good," I said. "Because I want to tell him everything. I hate keeping secrets from him."

"You're cute that you think you can."

I grinned. "Well, there is that."

"Okay, lovey, I'm going to get your brothers something to eat."

"Thanks for everything, Mum. I love you."

"Love you too, poppet," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I'll ring you tomorrow."

"Sounds good."

I hung up and joined Grace in the living room with my wine, where I tried to watch a movie and not obsess about what my man was walking into.