The Biker's Fate Chapter 420

"Fuck," he breathed out. "Be there in a bit."

"Okay." I hung up and sat on one of the benches between the lockers while Remi changed.

"Can you take pictures for me, please?" she asked. "I want to document what that asshole did."

"Yes, of course," I said, and took her phone.

I had just snapped a couple when I heard Flea's voice bellowing my name.

"Hold that thought," I said, and stepped to the door. "Honey, I'm down here. I'll be right out."

"Don't move," he ordered, and jogged toward me.

I leaned against the doorframe and waited for him to reach me. He cupped my face and leaned down to kiss me. "You good?"

"Yeah, baby, I'm good. I'm helping Remi, so give me a few, okay?"

He studied me, then nodded. "I'll be right here."

Smiling, I kissed him one more time. "I won't be long."

Heading back into the locker room, I finished taking pictures of Remi's injuries (which were significant) and handed her back her phone. "Are you going to file a police report?"

She nodded, sniffing back tears. "I'm gonna have to go back home."

"Why?"

Remi snorted. "Like they'll let me stay after this. Vitaly's the golden boy."

"He's the visiting golden boy," I countered. "You're here to stay, honey."

She squeezed her eyes shut. "I hope you're right."

We walked out of the room and Flea pushed away from the wall, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Where's my brother?" I asked.

"Had to get to court."

"Ah, right," I turned back to Remi. "Remi, this is Flea."

"Like the bug?" she asked.

"Yep," Flea said.

"Alrighty then," she said, smiling, despite her split lip.

"Girls?" We turned to see Director Walsh walking toward us. "What's going on? No visitors outside of show days."

"Vitaly attacked Remi," I said.

"Excuse me?" She turned to Remi. "Is this true?"

Remi nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Where's Vitaly?"

"Practice room one," Remi said.

"Please wait in my office and we'll speak in a moment."

Remi nodded and headed back toward the front.

The director looked Flea up and down and frowned. "You need to leave."

"I'm gonna wait until I know my woman's safe, then I'll go."

She shook her head. "We'll discuss this later, Grace."

I nodded and she stalked off toward the practice room. I bit my lip and looked up at Flea. "Well, that's not gonna be a fun conversation."

"What's the worst she could do?"

"Kick me out."

"If she does that, she's a bitch and you don't need her," Flea said.

"I need to dance, Flea."

"And you will. Whether it's here or somewhere else." He stroked my cheek. "You don't fuckin' need her to do that."

I dropped my head to his chest. "You make everything sound like it's possible."

He chuckled. "Everything is possible."

I met his eyes. "I love you so hard."

He leaned down and kissed me. "Love you too."

"Take that somewhere else," the director said, and then disappeared into her office.

I wrinkled my nose, but didn't remove my arms from around Flea's waist. "Someone needs to get laid."

Flea dropped his head back and laughed. "Indeed."

Admittedly, I wasn't a fan of the director. She was kind of a bitch, but she was an incredible teacher and I loved my classes with her, so I chalked it up to her being a perfectionist.

Hatch walked toward us, removing his gloves again and shoving them back in his pocket.

"You good?" Flea asked.

"His dancin's on hold for a while," Hatch said.

"Did the director see you?" I asked, worried she'd call the cops on him.

"What director?" he asked, a sly smile on his face.

"Do I want to know what you did?" I asked.

He grinned. "Didn't do anything, Gracie girl."

This was my cue to stop asking questions, so I did, leaning against Flea.

"You sure he didn't hurt you?" Hatch asked.

I smiled. "I'm good."

"I'm gonna head out," Hatch said. "Maisie wants you two over for dinner tonight. Your brother too. Six. Flick's staying with your Grams."

"Ah… okay," I said. When Maisie wanted you over for dinner, you came over for dinner.

"I'll hang out here," Flea said.

Hatch gave me a hug, then headed out.

"How are you going to get home?" I asked.

"I'm gonna take your car."

I raised an eyebrow. "How am I going to get home?"

He grinned. "I'm gonna pick you up."

"You got it all worked out, huh?"

"Always," he retorted. "Give me your keys, baby. I'll head out as well."

I nodded just as Remi came out of the director's office, sobbing.

"Remi?"

"She kicked me out."

"What?" I snapped. "Why?"

"She said that Vitaly gave her a different story."

Before I could ask more questions, Vitaly walked (limped) down the hall and glared at Remi. "I warned you, suka."

"Mudak," Remi spat out.

Vitaly seemed shocked by whatever she said, but didn't respond.

"My ex was Russian. He taught me a few things," she hissed. "Including the best way to get even. Watch your back, asshole."

A haughty gasp pulled focus to the director emerging from her office. "This is exactly why I made the decision I did, Remington. This is behavior unbecoming a lady and a ballerina."

"He tried to rape me!" she snapped. "And I'll bet dollars to donuts, I'm not the only one."

The director crossed her arms. "Security is on their way to escort you out."

"I'll help you clean out your locker," I offered. "I don't think security's necessary, is it?"

"As long as she doesn't cause trouble, that would be acceptable."

Remi scowled at her, then squared her shoulders and headed toward the locker room.

"Wait for me?" I asked Flea.

"Yeah, baby."

I followed Remi, waffling between concern and laughter as Remi let out a series of really creative curses aimed at Vitaly and the director.

"What are you doing?" she asked, when I started to pull my things out of my locker.

"I'm leaving with you."

"What? Why?"

"Because he tried to rape you, Remi, and the director took his side!"