The Biker's Fate Chapter 426

Finch

Buzzing seeped into my head and I realized it was my phone. "Yeah?" I answered without looking at it.

"Merr, Remington's gone," Grace said.

I sat up and threw the covers off. "What do you mean, 'gone'?"

"I heard a car start up and knew something was wrong, so Flea checked out front and her car's gone."

"Goddammit, Grace."

"Don't 'goddammit Grace' me, big brother. You're probably the reason she's freaked."

"Is Flea tracking her phone?"

"He asked Booker to do it. But, honestly, I feel weird about it."

Booker was the VP of the Dogs and our resident computer expert.

I rolled my eyes as I dragged a pair of jeans on. "Get over that, sissy."

"She's entitled to her privacy, Merrick."

"Not if she's gonna run off in the middle of the fucking night," I countered.

"She's scared," Grace said. "I don't blame her."

"I don't either," I admitted. "So, if you let me go, I'll find her and tell her that."

"You can't leave Grams."

"I'm not at Grams'," I said. "Flick's still with her."

Flick was one of the club's oldest members and he had a past with my grandmother. One that was quickly being rekindled.

"Is Grams okay with that?"

"I think that's a rhetorical question."

Grace sighed. "Probably."

"I'm gonna go find Remi, okay?"

"Yes, but then you and I need to have a conversation about how you and she met."

"Do we, though?" I grabbed my wallet and the keys to my truck. If I had to force Remi into coming back to my place with me, then she'd probably feel safer in the truck.

"Yes, yes we do."

"Hanging up now," I said, and did so.

I fired off a text to Booker and headed out to the street where I'd parked my truck, sliding into the cab just as Booker responded to my text with the current location of Remi's phone. Why the fuck she was all the way up in Fisherman's Bar, I didn't know, but I headed that way.

Arriving at the park, it didn't take me long to find Remi's car, but she wasn't in it and this both worried and pissed me off. After shooting a text off to Cheese, one of the club's recruits, I dialed Remington's number and heard the faint sound of ringing to my right. Taking off that way, I kept the phone to my ear, but she never picked up.

Fuck. I hope I didn't find her phone shoved in a garbage can somewhere.

I dialed her number again and this time I heard a quiet hiss of irritation before the phone stopped ringing. I found her sitting on top of a picnic table her back to me, so I made my way to her. "Remi."

She let out a bloodcurdling scream and jumped off the table, spinning to face me, her hands in some kind of karate pose. I forced myself not to laugh as I stopped walking and stared at her.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she ground out.

"I'm here because my sister's freaking out."

She threw her arms in the air. "Why?"

"You seriously want me to answer that question?"

"No." She sighed, dragging her hands down her face.

"Why are you out here alone, Remington?"

"None of your business."

"Fair enough, but it is my sister's."

She nodded, crossing her arms and looking not only vulnerable as hell, but cold. After firing off a quick text to Grace to let her know Remington was safe, I stepped closer to Remington. "Baby—"

She waggled a finger at me. "No."

I walked toward her slowly and stopped when we were toe-to-toe. "What is going on with you, Rem? Huh? You shouldn't be out here alone in the dark. It's not safe."

"Puleeze, it's Vancouver, Washington. It's perfectly safe. I'm in more danger behind closed doors."

I frowned, sliding a hand to her neck and stroking her pulse. "What's going on?"

She shook her head.

Shrugging off my leather jacket, I wrapped it around her shoulders and pulled the front closed. "Need you to talk to me, Rem."

"What would be the point?"

"Oh, I don't know." I lifted her chin. "I might be able to help."

"My parents are insisting I go home."

"And what do you want?"

"I want to be a principal dancer in a respected ballet company…not in Savannah."

"So do that."

She rolled her eyes. "You make it all sound so easy."

"Isn't it?"

"Not really, no. They're holding my trust fund hostage until I do what they tell me to."

"Do you need your trust fund?"

"If I want a roof over my head, yes."

"Are you really standing here telling me you rely solely on trust fund money to survive?"

"If I was?" She wrinkled her nose and it was so fucking cute, it took an extensive amount of energy not to kiss her.

"Remi."

"Tweety," she mimicked.

"Why don't you come back to my place and we'll talk?"

"It's three in the morning."

"Got somewhere else you need to be?"

"God, why are you always such a pain in the ass?" she hissed.

"This ain't nothin', baby."

"That's what I'm afraid of," she grumbled.