The Biker's Fate Chapter 448

Remington

The peal of my phone broke through my restful sleep and I groaned as I grabbed it off the nightstand. "Hello?"

Sobbing came through and I sat up.

"Rem?" she said on a hiccup.

"Natalie?"

"Honey, she's gone."

"Who's gone?"

"Michelle."

"Gone where?" I asked, still not completely awake.

"Honey, she's dead."

"What?" I squeaked, and Merrick's arm wrapped around my waist. "How?"

"Her heart stopped again, and they couldn't get it started again."

"No." I slid off the bed and made my way to my bag. "They have to keep trying. She'll come back. Zap her or something."

"Honey, they did everything they could. The chemo was too much. Her body couldn't handle it anymore."

"Are you at the hospital?" I asked. "I'll come and talk to the doctor."

"Yes, I'm here, but, honestly, sweetness, you don't want to be here."

"I'm coming right now. I'll wake Kennedy."

"No, honey, please don't."

Before I could argue, my phone was pulled from my hand and Merrick took over. "Natalie? Hey, it's Finch. What do you need?"

I huffed. "She needs to get the doctor—"

Merrick held his hand up and shook his head. When I opened my mouth to argue, he walked into the bathroom. "Yeah, Natalie, we can do that." I followed, but he walked back into the bedroom before I got to him. "Yeah, sweetheart, we got you. Okay. We'll see you tomorrow."

Hanging up, he dropped my phone on the bed and closed the distance between us. I sidestepped him as I pulled a T-shirt over my head and grabbed my jeans off the floor.

"Rem, we're not leaving here tonight."

"You might not be, but I am."

He wrapped an arm around my waist and anchored me to his body. "No. You're. Not."

"Let me go."

"No."

"I have to tell the doctors to try again."

"Honey, she's gone."

I shook my head. "Let me go."

"I'm here, Rem. I got you."

"She's not dead," I whispered. "She can't be gone."

His arms wrapped around me like a gentle vise, and he stroked my back. That's when I lost my shit…on his chest. In the form of my fists. He let me go for a few seconds before grabbing my wrists and pulling my arms behind me and I dropped my face in his chest and sobbed. He somehow guessed my legs couldn't hold me and slid his arm under my knees, lifting me onto the bed and stretching us out so he could pull me into his arms.

"I'm here, baby."

"She can't be dead. She can't. She was supposed to fight."

"She did fight, honey."

"I need more time. I still have to do the swab thing. Have them take my blood, save her life."

"We'll do the swab thing in her name, honey. Save someone else."

"I don't want to save someone else. I want Michelle back."

A loud bang sounded on the door, then Kennedy bellowed, "Remi, open the door."

Merrick slid off the bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, while I wrapped a sheet around me. He yanked open the door and Kennedy rushed in. Mouse stayed in the hallway while Kennedy wrapped me in a hug. "Did you hear?"

"Yeah, honey, Natalie called."

"She won't let us go down to the hospital."

I sighed. "I know."

"What the fuck, Remi?"

"We'll take you down tomorrow," Merrick said.

"I want to go down there tonight," Kennedy snapped.

"I think Michelle's parents need some time alone with her," I said. "We should give them that, honey."

"Why the hell is she dead?" Kennedy whispered.

I wrapped my arms around her. "I don't know. It sucks."

"Kennedy," Mouse said from the threshold. "Come get some rest, we'll head to the hospital tomorrow."

"Fucked you once, buddy, doesn't mean you get to boss me around."

He chuckled. "Funny you think that. Come on, baby."

She rolled her eyes, hugged me again, then left me alone with Merrick.

"I need alcohol," I admitted.

"What ya want?" Merrick asked.

"Amaretto sours. Lots of them."

"You wanna come with me or stay here?"

I leaned against him, squeezing his arm. "Come with you. Does that sound super needy?"

"So fuckin' needy, baby," he deadpanned. "We'll get you tipsy enough to sleep and we can discuss you getting some therapy when you wake up."

"I love how willing you are to take care of me."

"It's my life's goal. I'm in service of the queen."

I smiled sadly up at him. "I like the sound of that."

He stroked my cheek. "You're gonna get through this, honey. I'm here."

I blinked back tears and nodded. "Thanks, Tweety."

He kissed me gently, then we headed downstairs to find booze.