The Biker's Fate Chapter 421

"You can't leave for me," she argued. "You're a thousand times better than me, Grace. It would be career suicide."

"I'm not leaving for you," I said, shoving dancewear into my bag. "I'm leaving for me. And any other young women who get caught in this trap. You and I are going to do some digging and find out what the hell is going on here. Something's hinky."

"I don't know if I'd go so far as to say something's hinky."

I shrugged. "Well, we're going to check it out anyway."

I had an entire club at my back who could uncover just about anything. If there was something to find, they'd find it.

Remi sighed. "Thanks Grace."

I smiled and slid my bag over my shoulder. "Ready?"

"Yes."

We headed out of the locker room and found Flea waiting outside.

"I'm leaving," I said.

He smiled. "I see that."

"We're going to find out who else this asshat's attacked."

Flea waved his phone. "Already started the process."

I wrapped my arms around him. "I love you."

He chuckled. "Proud of you, Grace."

"Be proud of Remi."

"Nope," Remington countered. "You should be proud of Grace. I don't have a choice. She does."

"Aware of that," Flea said.

We headed down the hallway and found the director speaking with two security guards.

She held her hand out to Remi. "Your keycard, please."

Remi chucked it at her and it fell on the floor. She didn't attempt to retrieve it. I was a little nicer, handing my keycard to her and making sure she grabbed it.

"Grace, you have real talent. Don't throw it away," the director warned.

"I'm not throwing my talent away," I said. "I'm choosing to do something important with it."

With that last word, the three of us left the building and we walked Remi to her car.

"Let's have lunch this week," I said. "But call me if you need anything, okay?"

Remi hugged me. "Thanks, Grace. I really appreciate everything."

"Any time."

"It was nice to meet you… um… sorry, was it Tick?"

I giggled. "Flea."

"Oh, god, I'm so sorry." She covered her mouth with her hands, her face bright red.

"Not a problem, babe," Flea said, trying to hide a smile.

"I'm gonna go now," she said, pointing to her car.

"Drive safe," I said.

She nodded, climbed in her car, and drove away. I handed Flea my keys and he decided we were going to take a detour to his place.

Flea and I pulled up to Hatch and Maisie's place at five minutes to six. I saw that my brother's truck was already there, which didn't surprise me. He was always early to everything.

Flea grabbed the six pack of beer and bottle of wine we'd bought and we climbed out of my car and headed to the door. It was opened before we had the chance to ring the bell.

"Twice in one week," Poppy crooned, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey, bestie."

She hugged Flea, then took my hand and dragged me inside. "We're playing Pictionary. We just took a quick booze break, but Devon and I are winning."

"Unfair advantage," I complained.

"Oh, pish," she hissed.

Devon was an artist. He could draw anything, but outside of that fact, he and Poppy had always been able to read each other's minds.

We arrived in the great room and Flea stepped into the large kitchen connected to the great room and poured me some wine. I made my way to Cassidy who was waving her hand frantically.

"Did you really quit?"

I grimaced. "I did. Vitaly was a creep."

"Okay, you're going to think I'm crazy."

"No," I deadpanned and she rolled her eyes.

"Impertinence will get you everywhere with me."

I grinned. "I know."

"I'm opening a school."

"Um, okay."

"Kim bought the building. She's a silent partner."

"Congratulations?"

Cassidy grinned. "I want you to come and teach."

"What?" I whispered.

"You know my classes have a two-year waiting list. Now I can dedicate more time to teaching and dancing, especially if I have my star pupil teaching with me full-time. I hope to build it up and have a draw for ballet superstars who will help take the school to the next level."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I'll make it worth your while, honey, just say yes."

"Yes!" I squeaked, pulling her in for a hug.

"It's going to take a few months to get up and running…"

"She can work at the shop until then," Flea said, sitting beside me and handing me my wine.

"I should probably talk to Hatch about that."

"Talk to me about what?" Hatch asked, sitting across from me and pulling Maisie onto his lap.

"Working at the shop until Cassidy gets the school up and running."

"Fuck, yeah you can," he said. "We're dyin' without you."

I rolled my eyes. "So melodramatic."

Flea wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. "He's right. The shop's a mess right now."

"I would love to come back. Thank you."

The words were barely out of my mouth when my dad walked in. Maisie smiled at me, then pushed off Hatch's lap and walked over to me, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "Try, love."

I sighed. "Okay."

She cupped my cheeks and grinned. "Proud of you."

She stood again and hugged my dad, while I took a deep breath and met his eyes. "Hi, Dad."

"Hey, sweetpea."

"Who's watching Grams?" I asked.

"Flick," he said.

"Oh. Good." I smiled. "Um, thanks for… you know."

He grinned. "You're welcome."

Okay, it was a start.

Flea gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed the back of my neck. "Good job, honey."

I leaned back against him.

The group decided Pictionary would have to wait until after dinner, mostly because Maisie said food was ready and everyone cared more about the food than the game, so we all piled to their gigantic table and loaded our plates.

Flea stayed close, but I ventured out of my comfort zone and actually talked to my dad for almost ten minutes. It was nice. I was willing to take baby steps, but I still fully intended to guard my heart for the time being.

As wine flowed and many desserts were consumed (mostly by me), I stayed close to my man and relished the feeling of calm in the midst of the chaos of my family.

God, I loved these people.

I'd been consumed by my anger, but my amazing man had shown me a love I couldn't measure, and in that love, I'd found grace.

He was everything I'd ever needed and I knew I'd never let him go.