The Biker's Fate Chapter 555

My family left the room and Flash set a backpack on the bed.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed and grabbed his hand. "I'm just gonna ask you one question, then I promise I'll leave it. For a while, anyway."

He raised an eyebrow, stepping between my legs. "One."

"Who shot Lionel. Really?"

"Hatch."

I gasped. "Oh my god. Then why would the cops tell my mom law enforcement did it?"

"That was your one question, Tate." He unzipped the bag and pulled out clean clothes, setting them beside me on the bed.

I wrinkled my nose. "You're kind of a pain in the butt, Parker Wallace."

He smiled cupping my face. "I promise, I'll fill you in on most of it… eventually. But right now, I want you home, in our bed where I know you and the baby are safe."

I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist. "God, that sounds really good."

"You're never leaving the house again. You'll have an armed escort wherever you go, and you'll—"

I set my fingers over his mouth. "Which one? Never leaving the house again or I'll have an armed escort where I go?"

"Can it be both?" he mumbled behind my fingers.

"I'm really glad I had the necklace, honey, but I seriously hope I never have to use it again."

"Me too." He kissed me gently. "Okay, let's get you dressed. I have a feeling your mom's already got my mom on cooking patrol at our place."

My stomach rumbled. "I'm actually starving, so that works for me."

"The house is full, so just say the word and I'll take you to a hotel."

"I'm good, Flash. I love our family."

He frowned. "Fuck, I thought you might say that."

He helped me get dressed, then we waited for my discharge paperwork and a wheelchair, and I was finally released into the care of my family.

Walking into the house, I was suddenly surrounded by at least a dozen bikers and their families, all taking care to hug me gently as they passed me off to each of them.

Once I got to Mack, he held me a little bit longer before cupping my face. "Just so you know, Erin's been fired."

"Why?"

"Because the cunt wanted to leave early which is why she pawned Lionel off on you to begin with. She knew the rule. It didn't matter if he asked for you or not, she does the fuckin' intake."

"Oh," I rasped.

"I'm gonna fuckin' bury the bitch."

"Okay, honey, maybe take it down a notch and let Tate enjoy being home," his wife, Darien, said, pulling me in for a hug. "He's been pacing like a caged tiger all day. He'll work it out."

Mack dragged his hands through his hair. "Right, sorry."

"It's okay, Mack," I said. "It's not your fault."

Flash made his way to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Time for you to get off your feet," he said, guiding me to the sofa.

I curled up on the sectional while my family catered to my every need. I wasn't allowed on my feet except to walk to the bathroom, and even then, Flash went with me.

By the time Flash kicked everyone out, the sun was setting, and I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Do you want your mom to stay?" Flash asked as everyone started leaving.

"Are you going somewhere?"

"No, baby, I'm right here."

"Then, no, I'm good."

My parents made their way to me, hugging me a little longer than normal before letting me go. "If you need me, I'll be right over," Mom promised.

"Thanks, Mama. Really. We appreciate it."

Flash walked her out, taking a few minutes to talk to my dad, probably promising he was going to chain me to the bed to keep me safe. Of course, that brought up thoughts I didn't need right now in my current state.

Flash returned, flopping onto the sofa beside me with a smile. "Hey."

"Hey."

"How ya feelin'?"

"Like I've been run over by a truck."

He sat up. "Let me look at the cut on your neck."

"Lily already did, honey, I'm good." I smiled. "I've had meds, I've had food, I've been fussed over. I'm just tired."

"Okay, then let's get you to bed." He stood, leaning down to lift me off the couch.

"I can walk, Flash."

"Don't care. Need you close."

I looped my arms around his neck. "Okay, honey."

He carried me back to our bed and settled me on it, kissing me gently. "I'm gonna make sure the house is locked up really quick."

"Didn't you already do that?"

"Gonna do it again."

I smiled. "Okay. I'm going to wash my face."

"I'll wait, then."

"I'm good, honey. Go do your thing."

He went through the house again and I did my normal nighttime routine, meeting him back in bed and curling up beside him as the sun finally set and plunged our room into darkness.

"Why did your dad shoot Lionel?"

Flash's body stiffened and I gave him a squeeze.

"He was trying to rape you," Flash rasped.

"That's not what I'm asking."

"Who the fuck filled you in?" Flash growled.

Poppy had filled me in on everything Devon had told her. I'd apparently been unconscious on the floor, half naked, with a delusional Lionel Grundy in the middle of raping me when Flash, Hatch, and Devon had busted in. Lionel had been about to stab me when Hatch had pulled the trigger, but Flash's gun had been closer, so it was interesting that it was Hatch that had shot first.

"It doesn't matter."

"My sister has a big mouth," he hissed.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Dad didn't want me carrying that. He didn't want you carrying it either."

"Wow," I breathed out, snuggling closer.

"Yeah."

"I know we're technically grown, but I don't ever want to take their sacrifices for granted." I met his eyes. "Even him flying down to California was kind of amazing, if you think about it."

"Yeah, Tate, it was. He's a fuckin' hero." He groaned. "You're right. Jesus, now I gotta apologize to the man."

I chuckled. "Yes, you do. But first we're going to get a good night's sleep and tomorrow when we wake up, we're gonna fuck like bunnies, then you're going to feed me."

He smiled. "We'll see how you're feeling."

"Sure, sure, whatever."

"You need to stop chatterin' if we're gonna get that so-called good night's sleep, Tate."

"Okay, honey." I kissed his neck. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

One year later…

"Now, Flash," I cried as a climax hit hard, my hands tied to the headboard as Flash feasted on my pussy, a tiny vibrator settled against my very private place.

He smiled up at me from between my legs, his tongue darting out to lick my clit as he flipped off the vibrator. "That was faster this time."

I nodded, licking my lips as I tried to catch my breath. "Well, I hadn't expected to like ass play. Who knew?"

Just then, the feisty scream of our four-month-old came through the monitor.

"Impeccable timing as always," I whined.

"I'll get him," Flash said, untying me before heading to Connor's room.

Connor Zachary Wallace, whom we called "Con Man" because he stole everybody's hearts, was the spitting image of his daddy and he was perfect. We were already working on baby number two, and I had a feeling if Flash had his way, we'd have a dozen kids. I was open to three, maybe four.

Our lives had changed so much in the last year. I'd passed the Bar the first time, which I had not expected, and was now an associate at Mack's firm. I doubted I'd ever work for anyone else, considering he was the best boss on the planet.

Flash was still flying, although, he was much pickier about his clientele after the whole Lionel incident, which had been cleaned up quite nicely by Jaxon Quinn apparently. I didn't ask a whole lot of questions because, quite frankly, I didn't want to pull on that thread.

Flash and I had been married in a small but elegant ceremony once I'd hit the twelve-week mark with my pregnancy. Melody and Train had performed at our reception, and Flash and I'd had people all over the world vying for an invite, but we'd kept it small, and it had been exactly how we wanted it.

Melody put on a benefit concert in Savannah every year and she'd insisted we had an open invitation, so Flash promised me we would never miss it. So, I was going to hold him to that because I knew that seeing my queen perform every year in a VIP setting would never get old for me.

I smiled as I grabbed a robe and padded down to the nursery. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined my life being this perfect.

I was the luckiest girl in the world.