The Biker's Fate Chapter 442

"Rem?"

She licked her lips. "What?"

"Gonna hold you now, okay?"

She nodded, and I closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her. She dropped the water bottle on the bed and slid her hands under my shirt, squeezing me tight.

"He almost killed Badger," she whispered.

"I know, baby."

"To make her obey him."

"Yeah," I said with a sigh. "He's a piece of shit."

"And then he raped her to drive home his threat."

I stroked her hair and kissed her temple.

"How is she still functioning?" she asked.

"People might ask you the same thing," I said.

"Having your ex-fiancé demand to shit on your tits does not come anywhere near her abuse, Tweety."

"Fuck me, he did that?"

"Yes, she endured years of abuse."

"No, Rem. The shitting on your tits thing."

"No, gross. I didn't let him." She shuddered. "He just wanted to. Like I said, way past Christian Grey kinky."

"No shit."

"That was my mandate." She slid my T-shirt up and tugged on it. "I want this off."

"Baby, you're drunk."

"So?"

"Not gonna fuck you when you can't say no."

Her eyes met mine. "I'm not that drunk, Tweety. A little over tipsy, but fully coherent. And I would like to suck your cock. You got a problem with that?" She knelt in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans.

"Yeah, baby, I got a problem with that."

"Bullshit," she countered, reaching for my zipper.

I pulled her hands away from my dick and lifted her off the ground.

"Hey!" she growled.

I quieted her by covering her mouth with mine and she slid her hands to my waist.

"Okay, that's good too," she said and smiled against my lips.

"Baby, you need to hydrate."

She ran her tongue over my bottom lip. "I'm good, Tweety."

I cupped her face and tilted her head up. "Remington Charles. You're gonna drink that bottle of water. You get none of my manly bits until you do."

Her button nose wrinkled as she tried to give me a scowl and then she burst out laughing and slid her hands under my now unzipped jeans. "Mmm, I'm gonna have those manly bits even without the water."

"No means no, Remington. I am more than just a sexual being," I said, and put distance between us, snagging the water off the bed.

She giggled. "I know you're more than just a sexual being, Tweety, but not tonight. Tonight, I plan to play with you…all of you."

I held the water out to her. "You're gonna drink this first."

"I'm not a child, Merrick."

"I know that," I said, handing her the water. "Just want to make sure you don't get sick."

She took the water and opened it, drinking deeply before setting it on the table by the window. "Happy now?"

"Yeah, baby, thank you."

"Can I have your manly bits now?"

I spread my arms wide and smiled. "Have at it."

She knelt in front of me and had at it.

Remington

The shrill ring of my phone drove home the fact I'd drank a little too much and I groaned as I reached to answer it. "Hello?"

"Rem," Kennedy said with a sob. "Chel's in the ICU."

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What do you mean, she's in the ICU?"

I'd just seen her, and although she looked tired and way too skinny…she'd seemingly lost about twenty pounds in a week…she was upbeat and high on life.

"I had to call the ambulance."

"Oh my god, why?" I cried.

"She—"

"Rem?" Merrick grumbled, cutting off Kennedy's explanation.

"I have to get to the hospital," I said, and threw the covers off. "Where is she, Kennedy? You can fill me in when I get there."

"St. Josephs."

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay, honey."

She hung up and I rushed to get dressed, realizing I still didn't have anything clean. "Shit!"

"Baby, what's going on?" Merrick asked and slid out of the bed.

"Michelle's in the ICU. I need to get to St. Joseph's, but I don't have any fucking clean clothes," I snapped. "And I can't go back to Kennedy's to get anything because she's already at the hospital."

He dragged his hands down his face. "Grab something of mine, honey. I'll take you."

"You don't have to. I'll call for an Uber."

"Remington, you're not calling for an Uber. Get dressed and I'll take you."

"No," I rasped, and dragged one of his T-shirts over my head.

"You're tired and worried, so I'm gonna ignore that," Merrick said, and pulled on his jeans.

"I will get an Uber."

He ignored me and sat down to put on his boots.

"Merrick—"

"You're not getting a fucking Uber, Remington. Just drop it and get dressed."

"What if you're not allowed in?" I challenged.

"Then I'll wait in the waiting room."

"Alone. You'll wait in the waiting room alone."

"Yeah."

"Because you could be stuck there for hours."

"So?"

I burst into tears. "So, you shouldn't have to be stuck in a hospital waiting room alone while I watch my friend die."

"Okay, baby," he said, and rose to his feet, pulling me against his chest. "I'm here whether you want me to be or not. If I have to wait alone in the waiting room, I will."

"Why?"

"Because I love you and you need me."