The Biker's Fate Chapter 402

Grace

As our day progressed, I tried not to blush every time Flea walked by the desk. I'm not entirely sure I succeeded, but it was still a valiant effort. I couldn't believe I liked having semi-public sex. Granted, I wasn't anywhere near experienced in any sex, period, but I was finding out that I liked sex with Flea, anywhere, anytime.

"Connor Wallace!" a deep voice bellowed.

I faced the windows that faced the shop and saw two uniformed policemen, along with two other men in cheap suits. Detectives. I frowned. This was not good.

"Who's askin'?" Hatch said, somewhat good-naturedly, stepping out from behind the hood of a car.

"On your knees!" one of the detectives snapped, his gun now out of his holster.

"What the fuck's goin' on?"

"Get on your knees."

Hatch removed his gloves, dropped them on the ground, then got on his knees and linked his fingers behind his head like he'd been through this several times before. I wanted to rush in and do something, but I knew enough to know I would only make things worse. So I grabbed my cell phone and started recording.

The detective handcuffed my surrogate dad and dragged him back to his feet.

"Someone call Mack," Hatch ordered as they hauled him toward the patrol car. "Flea, you call Maisie."

Hatch caught my eye and gave me a bolstering smile, but something wasn't right. What the hell was going on?

Flea rushed past the customer service desk and into the employee breakroom where our lockers were. No one was in the customer service area, so I followed him. "What's going on?"

"Don't know," he said, pulling out his cell phone and putting it to his ear. "Mack. Hatch just got nabbed."

I heard Mack let out a series of creative curse words, then he wanted to know everything, which Flea provided. At least, what he knew.

I stood in the middle of the room, rubbing my arms, suddenly very, very cold. While Flea filled Mack in on the play-by-play, he closed the distance between us and wrapped an arm around me. I held my arms to my chest and pressed close to him, taking his warmth into my bones.

"Yeah, man," Flea said. "No idea. Hatch just assumed the position. Yeah, I'm gonna call her now. Sure. Okay. Yeah. Cool." Flea hung up and wrapped both his arms around me. "I need you not to freak out just yet, baby."

"I'm okay," I lied. "Just cold."

He stepped away from me long enough to snag his leather jacket off the rack and wrap it around me. "I'm gonna call Maisie."

"Okay." I slid my arms into his sleeves and smiled. "I'm okay."

He pulled me against him again and put his phone back to his ear. "Maisie?"

I decided I had my own phone call to make and stepped away from Flea to grab my phone and call Poppy.

"Hey, bestie," she said, answering on the first ring.

"Hey. Um, is Devon with you?"

"Yes. Why? What's wrong?"

"Hatch got arrested."

"What?" she snapped.

"We don't know why, but they just took him away. Flea's talking to your mom right now and Mack's already been called."

I waited while Poppy filled Devon in on everything I'd told her, then I could hear Devon bellowing in the background.

"He's talking to Hawk," Poppy said. "Was Sid okay?"

Poppy's biological father had died when she was a baby, so when Maisie had married Hatch, Poppy called him her 'stand-in dad,' which got shortened to 'Sid.'

"He seemed to be," I said. "But I've never seen someone I care about get arrested, so I'm not an expert."

She sighed. "Okay, I'm going to call Mum."

"Okay, honey. Keep me posted on what you find out."

"You too."

"I will." I hung up and walked back into the employee area.

I walked in just as Flea threw something at the wall with a yell. He dragged his hands down his face and turned tortured eyes to me. This time, it was me wrapping my arms around him and squeezing tight. "We're going to figure this out," I promised.

"None of this makes any fuckin' sense," he rasped, holding me close. "There's nothin' they can get him on, because he hasn't done anyone wrong."

"Yeah, it's weird."

"I need to get up to the club," he said. "Train's pickin' me up. You gonna be okay drivin' home alone?"

"I've been doing that for a few years now, so yes."

He shook his head. "Feisty to the nth degree, huh?"

Since that was obviously a rhetorical question, I didn't answer as I stared up at him. "Will you keep me updated as you find things out?"

"If I can, yeah," he said. "You should head home now. We're gonna close up the shop."

"What about the work that still needs to be done?"

"We're caught up enough. Hatch's brothers will tag-team tomorrow, then we'll go from there."

I had no idea when he'd had time to call Hatch's brothers and set all that up, but knowing Flea, he'd probably set up a modern-day phone line the second the officers arrived.

I nodded. "Will I see you later?"

"Don't know, baby, but I'll call you." He kissed me quickly, then walked me to my car. "Drive safe."

"No, I'm going to ram into a tree," I deadpanned.

He gripped my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You ram into a tree, and you and I are gonna have a problem."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He kissed me again. "Text me when you get to your grandmother's."

"I will."

I climbed into my car and headed home.