The Biker's Fate Chapter 556

Daisy Carver

Who knew a wardrobe malfunction would change the trajectory of my life? My father is the VP of the Dogs of Fire MC and I've grown up believing that I was destined to fall in love and marry a biker of my very own, but a pair of patent leather pants and a broken zipper changed all that.

Huck Wilton

I was a starting rookie for the Hurricanes, but my NHL career ended before it even had a chance to begin. Now I'm back home, licking my wounds, and trying to figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do with my life.

But then my sister's sexy neighbor walks into my life, and I have to peel her out of her pants… literally… and I now know exactly what my destiny is. I'm just not sure if it'll lead to my ruin.

Daisy

"OH MY GOD, I can't believe you're finally twenty-one," my bestie, Teagan, shouted as she raised her third margarita to clink with my second.

Technically, Teagan wasn't twenty-one, but she would be soon enough, considering we were only a few months apart. The problem was, if her dad, Mack, knew we were at a club, she'd be in a world of hurt, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"I can't believe you had the balls to come here with a fake I.D.," Tillie teased. Tillie was Ace and Cassidy's daughter, and five years older than us. The fact she was razzing Teagan at all was bullshit considering she was the one who hooked Teagan up with her 'buddy' who got her the I.D. to begin with.

Teagan rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"Are you sure your dad doesn't know?" Cambry asked.

Cambry was Kim and Knight's daughter and she rounded out our little girl group for the night. Kim was my mom's bestie, and Cambry and I were tight, but Teagan was my ride-or-die. Normally, Huxley would be here too, but Teagan didn't want her big sister involved in her illicit activity, so my surprise birthday night out didn't include her.

I loved Hux and if I'd had a say in it, I would have objected to her absence, but, alas, I did not have a say in it, so she was not here.

Teagan waved her hand in dismissal. "It's all good. I told them I was staying at Huxley's tonight, so they won't even know I'm gone."

"Why didn't you just say you were staying with me, then actually do that?" I asked.

I lived in my parents' old condo down on Naito. After they'd had me, they'd decided to buy a home in suburbia, opting to move up to Vancouver, closer to many of the club members. They'd kept their condo, which meant when I'd wanted a little space and independence while I was in school, I was able to live there.

"Because then I couldn't surprise you." She gave me a slow blink. "Duh."

"Babe, you did surprise me. You had to pick me up, remember? You could have just said you were staying over as part of my birthday celebration."

"I didn't even think of that." She wrinkled her nose. "Well, shit."

I chuckled. "Have another drink, honey."

She grinned. "Good idea."

We ordered another round of margaritas and Cambry insisted on appetizers to soak up the booze.

"Eating is not a good idea." I groaned. "Do you know how hard it was to get into these pants?"

I was wearing a pair of patent-leather pants that zipped up at the side and I literally had to put half a tub of baby powder in them to slide them on.

"Maybe, but they look 'chef's kiss' on your ass," Teagan said, making the chef's kiss sound and motion.

I laughed. "I know, right?"

Our drinks and food arrived just as one of our favorite songs blared over the speaker and I jumped up, insisting we all dance. I took a few swigs of my margarita and yelled, "It's Melody Morgan, bitches! Let's go!"

We headed to the dance floor and danced until we could barely stand. It was Cambry who finally called it quits and dragged us all back to our booth…

To find two somewhat amused, and one very angry biker… waiting for us.

"Daddy?" Teagan squeaked.

Mack was pissed, and if I didn't know him and love him almost as much as my own father, I'd be scared to death because he was built like a semi-truck, hence his name.

"Get outside, Teagan. Now," he growled.

"I need to pay—"

"Your tab's been settled."

"I need to drive—"

"You fuckin' think you're drivin' Daisy home in this condition?" he growled.

"Well, no. We were going to get a car. My mama didn't raise a dummy."

"You need to dial down that sass, baby girl. Jesus Christ, your mother's gonna have a coronary."

"Sounds like you're the one doing that, big man."

He pointed to the door. "Teagan Elizabeth Reed, get your ass outside now."

She grabbed her purse with a huff, pulling me in for a hug. "Sorry my dad's Captain Buzzkill, Ducky. I'll text you when I get home. Happy birthday."

My family had called me Daisy Duck for about a week after I was born, before my brothers shortened it to Ducky, and now a few of my club family called me Ducky as well.

"The boys'll drive you ladies home," Mack said, pulling me in for a hug. "Happy birthday, beautiful. We'll celebrate properly another day."

"Thanks, Captain… I mean, Uncle Mack."

Mack gave me a very pointed smirk, and then walked Teagan out the door and I focused on my little friend group as we figured out who was being chauffeured by whom.

"I've got you," Case said to Cambry.

"Ah, no, that's good, I'll go with Razor," Cambry hissed.

Case chuckled. "No, you won't. Jesus, Cambry, outside of the fact your bullshit is makin' us miss the game, don't add sass to your list of sins."

Lincoln "Case" James was Hawk and Payton's son and he and Cambry'd had a love-hate thing going for a while now. More hate on Cambry's part than love, but Case was awesome, so I couldn't figure out why she didn't like him and she wasn't saying so it was a mystery.

"What's the game you're missing? Twister?" Cambry challenged. "Or are you more of a Boggle kind of a guy?"

"First of all, if we were playing a boardgame, it would be Mouse Trap, and I would kick your ass."

"Impossible. It's a scientific fact that every single box of Mouse Trap is missing at least one piece."

"Sounds like someone who's afraid," Case retorted.

"You just name the time and place, buddy. You roll the dice, and I'll move my mice."

"Will you two give it a fuckin' rest?" Razor ground out. "We've already missed the first half. By the time we get back to the club it's all gonna be over."

What the club loved more than Harleys and pussy was sports, and if someone interrupted any one of those three things, the boys tended to get a little testy. And when I say sports, I mean all the sports. Football, basketball, soccer, hockey, women's underwater curling, take your pick. If someone was keeping score, the club was watching.

"Tillie and Daisy live close to each other," Razor pointed out. "You'd be out of my way, Cambry. Sorry, sweetheart."

"You're a fucking traitor Razor," she hissed.

"Just callin' it like I see it, honey."

She threw her purse over her shoulder, tilted her nose in the air, and rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"Ready?" Case asked.

"I'm going to hug my friend first. Is that a problem for you?"

He smirked. "Hug away."

Cambry pulled me in for a hug and then walked out with Case as Tillie and I followed Razor out the back.

Razor dropped Tillie off first, then walked me up to my door. Once I was inside, I headed to my bedroom and unzipped my pants.

Well, I tried to unzip my pants.

The zipper was stuck. Like, jammed stuck.