The Biker's Fate Chapter 423

Remington

We'd had a deal. One night only.

He broke that deal when he called the next day.

For two years, I've worked to forget the taste of his skin, but then he shows up at a time I need him the most...and wants more than I'm able to give.

Finch

One night with her wasn't enough, but I gave her space and let her go.

Now she's in trouble, and I'm no longer willing to watch her walk away.

I have one chance to slay the dragons of her past.

The problem is, I'm no one's knight in shining armor.

Remington

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"There's a man trying to break into my apartment," I whispered as I hid in my bedroom closet. "His name is Vitaly Popov and I have a restraining order against him."

My phone buzzed, and I checked the screen. I had been texting back and forth with my friend, Grace Lundy, when Vitaly showed up at my door. Sending a quick note back that I was hiding, I put the phone back to my ear and listened for instructions.

Another bang against my door made me jump and I let out a quiet squeak.

"Ma'am?"

"I'm here," I whispered.

Today could only have been classified as a shitty day. Actually the past four days, really. The shittiest. Grace and I had both been hired as paid interns for the Portland Ballet Conservatory, and it gave us an amazing opportunity to dance with some of the best dancers in the world, including Vitaly Popov who had been visiting from Russia.

At least, I thought it was an amazing opportunity.

However, Vitaly had cornered me in the practice room, and I hadn't been fast enough to escape, so I'd tried to talk my way out.

Unsuccessfully.

He'd slammed me against the mirror, the barre digging into my back, and forced his mouth on mine. I'd hit, bit, clawed at him with no luck, until Grace had walked in just as he ripped my leotard and I was finally able to shift and get a knee in his dick. But he still had enough of a grip on me to smash my face against the mirror, drawing blood as I bit through my lip.

Grace yelled, distracting him and helped me get away. I'd immediately reported the attack to the director of our ballet conservatory, and she dealt with the matter by firing me. Vitaly was a star, and I was a girl from a small town in Georgia. I was nobody. At least, as far as Director Walsh was concerned. If she actually knew who my family was, she'd be so far up my ass she wouldn't see daylight, but I'd used my grandmother's maiden name in all my paperwork, so she wouldn't know.

Grace had left PBC in solidarity with me, and I'd headed to the police station to file a report, then home to nurse my wounds.

Apparently, Vitaly had been served with the restraining order, because he yelled nasty things to me through the door in Russian. I knew they were nasty because I dated a Russian guy for about a minute, and the first words he taught me were the bad ones. How Vitaly knew where I lived was a mystery, but that made this situation even scarier.

"Okay, stay calm. What's your address?"

I swallowed, then whispered, "4200 Alberta, unit twelve."

"Where are you? Are you safe?"

"I'm in my closet," I whispered. "He's knocking on the front door and I'm scared he's going to break it down. Oh, God, please hurry!"

"Alright, ma'am, I've dispatched police officers to your address. Are you hurt?"

"No. No, I'm fine." Tears streamed down my face. "Just scared."

"What's your name?"

"Remi…ah, Remington Charles."

"Cool name."

"Thanks."

"Okay, Remi, stay calm, officers are three minutes out."

"He's still banging," I squeaked.

"Okay, honey, the police are close now. Take a deep breath and try to calm down."

I squeezed my eyes shut as Vitaly continued to pound on my front door. In the distance, I heard the muffled sound of sirens and the banging stopped. "I hear the sirens."

"Okay, hon, I'll stay on the line with you until the officers arrive."

"Thank you." I bit my lip. "The banging's stopped. I think he's gone."

"Officers are walking up your stairs. Can you open the door for them?"

"Um, sure," I said, and hauled my butt off the floor, easing out of my closet and heading to my front door. I checked the peephole and saw two men in uniforms, so I unlocked the door and pulled it open. "They're here."

"Okay, Remi. They will take it from here."

"Thank you."

I hung up and slid my phone into my pocket.

"Ma'am? Do you need me to call for an ambulance?"

"What?" I frowned, then remembered the bruises on my face. "Oh. No, these are from the other day. I reported them when I asked for the restraining order."

"Okay. Can you describe the man?"

"I have a photo," I said, and pulled up Vitaly's picture from PBC. "I also have the restraining order here. Let me get it." The paperwork was right by the front door, so I grabbed it and handed it to the officer. Just as I was taking the form back, Grace came running up the stairs, followed by her badass biker boyfriend, Flea. "Remi? Are you okay?"

"Don't move," the cop ordered.

Flea's hand went to his waist and I realized pretty quickly he was strapped.

"It's okay, they're friends," I rushed to say. All I needed was a shoot-out on my doorstep. "Thank you for getting here so quickly."

Grace had told me in passing that she was taking care of her grandmother who'd broken her leg, but we hadn't gotten much further into our personal lives. She was always pretty focused on the task in front of her and I was busy trying to keep up, so I was kind of surprised she was here.

Grace pushed past the officer, despite Flea's growl of warning, pulling me in for a hug. "Where's Vitaly?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"I have everything I need," the officer said. "We'll send a BOLO out for your assailant. We can put a car out front for a few hours—"

"No, she's going to pack a bag and come with us," Grace said.

"It's fine," I argued. "I don't think he's going to come back."

"Not really up for discussion," Grace bossed. "Pack a bag…enough for a few days. You're coming with us."

"Grace—"

"Don't argue with her," Flea said. "It's not worth the wasted breath."

Grace smiled. "What he said."

"Ma'am, what do you want to do?" the officer asked.

"I'll go with my friends," I said.

"Okay, my partner's searching the vicinity for Mr. Popov. We'll head out once you're gone."

"Thank you," I said, and went about packing a bag.