The Biker's Fate Chapter 425

"Let's go, baby," Flea said to Grace, and grabbed Remi's bag.

"Give me a sec, yeah?" I asked, and Flea nodded, ushering Grace down the stairs, while Hatch followed.

I cut off Remi's escape and studied her. "How bad did he hurt you, Rem?"

"I'm fine."

"Not what I asked."

"Merrick—Big Bird—Tweety—whatever you call yourself these days…"

"Finch," I provided.

"Finch. I'm fine. I just want to forget this day ever happened."

"Did you get those cuts looked at?"

"Yes, but they're superficial. I have a few bruises, but I've been icing. I've had worse injuries dancing."

"I don't doubt it."

"Can I go now?"

"Not yet."

She rolled her eyes. "Merrick, I'm good. But if you don't step aside, I'm going to get in my car and drive to a hotel. This is ridiculous."

"Don't do that, Remington," I said. "Grace was worried enough to drag us all down here, so I'm getting the impression you're not being honest about the severity of the situation. You going to a hotel isn't going to happen."

"Well, neither is this conversation. Let me pass."

I sighed, knowing I'd get no further, and stepped aside. She walked down the stairs and I followed trying not to notice the graceful way her hips swayed as she headed toward my sister. Memories of her tight pussy covering my dick flooded my mind and I had to take a few deep breaths to keep from humiliating myself in front of my family.

Goddammit, one night with her hadn't been enough.

Remi

Flea took my bag from me and set it in the trunk of Grace's car. "Why is my bag in there? I'm driving."

"You've had a fright, Remi," Grace countered. "I figured you'd rather not."

"I'm good," I said.

"I'll drive you wherever you need to go," Merrick offered.

"That'll give me an even bigger fright," I mumbled somewhat under my breath.

Merrick chuckled, indicating it wasn't quite under my breath enough.

I cleared my throat. "I'm fine to drive, on my own," I said pointedly to Merrick. He stared at me, and the feelings I stuffed down two years ago flooded back again. I bit back frustration and met his eyes.

"I'm going to follow you."

I scowled. "Merr—"

"Not up for discussion, Remi," he bossed.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Grace and Flea. "Merrick. Please. Will you just go home?" I whispered.

"Fuck, no."

I frowned. "Why not?"

He smirked and stepped closer to me. "You and I have some unfinished business."

That's what I was afraid of. "We finished our business two years ago," I countered.

"If you really think that, then you're high."

"Ohmigod, Tweety, you have no right to say that."

"You don't think so?"

"No," I snapped. "One night. That's all it was supposed to be."

He crossed his arms. "And, in the morning, did you still feel that way?"

"Yes."

Merrick grinned. "Liar."

I was a liar. So much so, I could smell the smoke coming from my pants.

"You come back to my place, we can talk and if you still want me to fuck off, I'll take you wherever you want to go."

I squeezed my eyes shut. If I went with him, I'd fuck him, and that would not go well for me.

"I won't let you take advantage of me," he said, reading my mind and I gasped.

"Excuse me?"

"If you come with me, we'll talk. Nothing else."

I rolled my eyes.

"You can follow me to my place, or ride with me."

"Merrick."

"Finch," he corrected.

I narrowed my eyes and said, "Tweety."

He dropped his head back and laughed. "Come on, Rem, I have an extra helmet."

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Now or later," Finch said. "But it's gonna happen, and I'm all about getting this kind of shit out of the way."

"Why?" I demanded. "We had our time."

He leaned closer. "Are you seriously still trying to tell me that that night meant nothing to you?"

"Was it supposed to mean something?"

Finch chuckled. "Not an answer, Rem."

"Look, I have no problem sitting down and having a conversation with you about all of this, but can we not do it tonight?"

"Kinda forgot you've had a shit day, huh?" He sighed. "Yeah, baby, we can wait."

I nodded and headed back to where Grace and Flea waited.

"You okay?" Grace asked.

"Yep. But, seriously, I'm going to drive, okay? I don't want to be without my car."

Grace faced Flea. "I'll go with Remi, honey. Do you mind driving my car?"

He nodded, leaning down to kiss her quickly. "I'll follow you."

Grace and I climbed into my car and she directed me to Flea's house.