The Biker's Fate Chapter 537

Flash

One week later, LRG had booked another round-trip flight to Seattle, so I logged the flight info and rode out to the helo pad.

I did my checks, then waited for LRG and his assistant to arrive. Because I was early, I took a few minutes to call Tate.

"Hi," she breathed out.

I checked my watch. "Did I wake you?"

"I plead the fifth."

"Did I keep you up too late?"

"I'm not complaining." I heard her yawn and chuckled.

"Maybe I should let you sleep tonight, huh? Give you a night off?"

"Shut your mouth," she snapped. "I thought you had a flight."

"I do. Client's runnin' late."

"I don't like not seeing you first thing in the morning," she said. "I can't wait until you can kiss me before you leave me."

"Me too." I smiled. "Plan to sleep at the club this Friday and Saturday night."

We had a family night, so I'd set up a surprise for her over the weekend.

"Okay, honey, that sounds good."

I glanced up to see LRG walking toward me, a very plastic blonde on his arm. "Client's here."

"Please be very, very careful."

"Always am, baby."

"Love you," she said.

"Me too, baby," I said, and hung up, sliding my phone in my pocket, and making my way to LRG.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he said, shaking my hand. "Lane has made a series of errors that has resulted in her termination, and I had to deal with that this morning. This is Candy."

I didn't respond. I didn't give a shit about his employee issues, nor did I need to know anything about them.

"Candace, actually," she whispered.

I recognized her as a reporter on a local news channel. I didn't know which one, because I didn't watch the news unless Mom or Dad had it on, but I did notice she didn't seem over impressed with 'G' and his treatment of her.

"Right. Nice to meet you." I glanced at my watch. "We should get going. Our flight window is closing."

Because 'G' was late, our flight was cut short, but he still seemed happy with the flight, and Candace was actually a class act. She had been tasked with getting an interview with LRG for Channel Seven News and he'd insisted it would have to happen from the air.

"I'm hosting a small party at Blush this Friday night," LRG said once we were on the ground. "Do you know it?"

I forced myself not to laugh. Did I know it? My club owned it.

"Yeah, I think I'm familiar."

"Well, I'd like you to join us. VIP all the way. Bring a date." He smiled. "I'll text you the details."

Before I could agree or disagree, he grabbed Candace's hand and walked away.

Tate

Friday night, Flash picked me up at eight, planning on a private dinner at Blush before the party LRG was hosting. I had never been to Blush. It was highly exclusive and extremely hard to get into. Even though the Dogs of Fire owned the nightclub, I probably could have gone once I'd turned twenty-one, but I had been avoiding Flash back then, so it wasn't like I was going to ask him to get me in.

"Okay, who is this guy again?" I asked.

"He's the kid behind Fighting Fowls and Sweets Smash."

"Oh, I loved Fighting Fowls."

He chuckled. "I know you did. You played it all the fuckin' time."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. It's not like you didn't play it too."

"Not like you."

"No, maybe not," I conceded. "You said, kid. Just how old is he?"

"Our age, I think."

"Oh, wow," I breathed out. "That much money that young can make people weird."

"Yeah. He certainly falls into the douche category."

"I said weird, not douchey."

"Well, he's both," Flash said.

"You didn't want to tell him the club owns Blush?"

He shook his head. "I think it's best to keep him in the dark as much as possible. He doesn't need to know my business."

I rolled my eyes. "You're not mafia, honey."

"Pretend that I am in regard to LRG."

I chuckled. "Oh my god, fine."

We pulled up to the back of the club and walked inside. Flash ushered me up some back stairs and into a private office where a few of the Dogs were already gathered.

"We're not eating in the club?" I whispered.

He shook his head, squeezing my hand. "We're eating in the private dining room so we can watch LRG and his party when he gets here."

"Why would we want to watch him?"

He shrugged. "Just don't trust him, Tate."

"Hey, Flash."

We turned toward the sound of the deep voice and I smiled.

"Hey, Booker." Flash wrapped his arm around me. "You remember Tate?"

He grinned. "Haven't seen you since you were probably in middle school. How are you?"

"I'm good. Thanks," I said, smiling.

Booker looked a bit like Charlie Hunnam, only with a little more grey in his dark blond hair. He wore an obviously expensive suit that appeared to have been made for him and gorgeous didn't seem good enough to describe him.

"Tate!" Dani squealed, rushing toward me.

Dani was Booker's wife. She was blonde, curvy, and drop dead gorgeous, even in her fifties.

"Hi, Dani," I said as she pulled me in for a hug.

"Booker said you were coming tonight, so I stuffed myself—"

"Goddammit, woman!" Booker growled, wrapping his arm around her, and pulling her close.

"Sorry." Dani wrinkled her nose. "I slipped into a little black dress—"

"Thank you," Booker said, kissing her temple.

"Can I finish my sentence, big man?" she sassed.

"The second you recognize the fact you're hot as fuck, you sure can."

"He's right about that," I said.

"Thank you, Tate," Booker said.

"You look beautiful, by the way, Dani," I continued.

"Thank you, honey." She smiled. "You look gorgeous as well. You and Daisy and your freckles. Lucky girls."

I chuckled. Daisy was about four years younger than me and Flash, and she was gorgeous.

A knock at his door came and he made his way to open it. "Everything's ready, Mr. Carver."

He nodded and closed the door. "We can move into the dining room anytime. Mack and Darien just got here, so they'll be joining us as well."

"Oooh, fun," I said, grinning.