The Biker's Fate Chapter 424

Finch

"No sign," Hatch said as I joined him back at the front of the building.

"Me neither," I said, and shook my head. "The message you gave him was ignored, apparently."

When Grace's friend had been attacked by Vitaly a few days ago, Hatch had said he roughed him up a bit and warned him to stay away. Almost broke his nose, definitely bruised it, but the asshole didn't listen.

"Little fucker. He's gonna regret that."

Hatch Wallace was the Sergeant at Arms for our motorcycle club, Dogs of Fire. I was a member and typically worked closely with Mack, our club's legal counsel, but tonight, I was at Hatch's place when my sister, Grace, freaked. And when Grace freaks, we all pay attention.

"Let's check on Gracie's friend," Hatch said, and I followed him up the stairs.

We passed a couple of beat cops and one of them turned and cocked his head. "Merrick Lundy, is that you?"

Hatch stalled as I faced the officer. "Who's asking?"

"Mike Watts."

I grinned. Mike had come up in the academy with my dad, but I hadn't seen him in years. It was impressive he even recognized me. "Hey, Mike. It's been a while."

Hatch's protective stance relaxed, and he continued up the stairs.

"What are you doing these days?" Mike asked.

"Law."

"Of course you are. Shit, you could always bring an argument."

I chuckled. "That's what I've been told."

"Well, good for you," he said. "You and your sister were always good kids. Sad about your mom."

My mom had killed herself ten years ago after taking Grace hostage, and it had been a nightmare. Particularly for my sister.

I gave him a chin lift. "Thanks."

"Gotta get back to it. Tell your dad I said 'hey' and take care of yourself."

"You too, man." I gave him a chin lift and headed up the rest of the stairs.

Where I froze.

Remington Fucking Charles.

Goddammit.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she snapped.

Apparently, she remembered me, too. Petite, blonde, and ample with both tits and ass, she was even prettier than she had been two years ago.

I smiled. "It would seem I'm saving you."

"You know my brother?" Grace asked.

"Merrick's your brother?" Remi asked, a look of horror crossing her face.

"Finch," I corrected.

Her head snapped to me. "What?"

"Finch. Not Merrick."

"Club name," Grace provided.

"You're part of the club?" Remi asked.

"Yeah, babe."

"Don't call me babe," she ground out. "Since when?"

"Recruit since I was eighteen."

I'd only recently patched-in, but I'd asked to be a recruit the second I'd turned eighteen. Unlike many of my brothers, I had a tight family unit, but my father was a police detective, so I'd had to wade into the pool of bikers with caution. For both them and me.

"Wait." She waved a finger in a circular motion toward me. "You weren't wearing your fancy vest last time I saw you."

"I was dressed for court last time I saw you."

"Court?"

I nodded. "I was defending a case."

"You're a lawyer?"

"Yeah."

"Of course you are," she lamented, dropping her head back. "What the fuck did I do, God? What? Huh? Is this my punishment? Okay, message received. I will never fuck some cute guy I just met in a bar ever again."

My sister's face was bright red as she tried to hold back her laughter, and I watched Remi in all her dramatic glory. Fuck me, this woman was still just as stunning as I remembered.

Hatch and Flea were doing their best to pretend they weren't listening, but Hatch gave me a fatherly eyebrow lift and I knew he'd expect some sort of explanation later.

He wouldn't get one.

Well, he wouldn't get much of one. What Hatch really wanted to know, was whether or not I respected her before, during, and after I fucked her. And I did.

The particulars weren't important…not to him anyway.

I studied the cuts and bruises on Remington's face and rage threatened to burst out of me. "You're the one Vitaly attacked?" I asked.

"How did you know about that?" Remi demanded.

"He was there," Grace said.

"What?" she squeaked. "How did I miss that?"

"He dropped Flea off…he didn't know who you were."

"God!" Her button nose scrunched up in despair. "Ain't that all a glorious cherry on top of my shit sundae."

God damn, her southern accent still made my dick hard.

"I hate to break up this reunion," Flea said. "But we should probably get you both back to your Grams'."

Grace nodded. "Yes. That would be good."

"You're still at your grandmother's?" Remi asked.

"Yes."

"I don't want to intrude, Grace. I can go to a hotel."

"You're not going to a hotel," I said. The thought of her at some dive motel, alone and exposed to god knows what made my skin itch.

"You don't really have a say in it," she countered.

"If Vitaly found you here, what would stop him from finding you at some shitty motel?"

"What makes you think it'd be a shitty motel?"

"Even if it was the fuckin' Ritz, he could track you down and then what would you do? You'd have no way of escape," I said. "Taking you back to my place."

She turned her scowl to me. "Like hell you are."

"It's either my grandmother's or my brother's," Grace said.

"You can both come back to my place," Flea countered.

I shot him a look of warning and I know he understood it, because he grinned.

Fucker.

"Can you stay with Grams, Merr?" Grace asked.

Our grandmother had surgery on her broken leg a little while ago, so we were all taking turns staying with her, so she didn't try to overdo anything.

"Flick's still there," Flea said.

I scowled at Flea. I didn't want him inserting himself into a situation that was between me and Remington, but I tried to soften my expression when I glanced back at her. Her chin was up in a challenging position and she couldn't have been more beautiful. I focused back on my sister. "If Flick needs to leave, I can stay with Grams."

She smiled, standing on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. "Best brother ever."