The Biker's Fate Chapter 559

He smirked, sitting up at the island. "Long enough to drink the coffee and find out how my baby girl's doin'. Then I'll get outta your hair."

"I'm good. I have a firewall to break through for a company in Seattle which is 'impenetrable.'" I rolled my eyes. "I've already found two back doors."

Dad chuckled. "There's my girl."

I did cybersecurity for several companies in the Pacific Northwest. I'd been in the racket since I was sixteen and I'd saved a mint. Of course, nobody knew how old I was. My father had figured out I had his 'gene' for hacking when I was ten and I'd infiltrated my neighbor's wi-fi router. He was an asshole kid bullying my friend at recess, and I'd written some basic code to fuck with one of his video games. It had scared the shit out of him and made him back off of Lucy, but I'd been simultaneously grounded (by Mom) and high-fived (by Dad), and then Dad had taken me under his wing and started to actually teach me everything he knew.

And it was a lot.

My dad could hack pretty much anything anywhere and if he couldn't do it, Rabbit out in Savannah or his sister, Sierra, who was in Monument could.

Of course, in order to use my skills at a 'legit' company, I had to have a degree, so I was in school for that reason, graduating in a few weeks. True to form, I decided to make my life even harder and minored in French, which was the stupidest decision ever, because becoming fluent in French is super hard! And now I really did have to study, whereas, if I'd just gone with a basic old computer engineering degree, I could have cruised through until graduation.

Just as I slid Dad's coffee across the island to him, Mom walked through the front door, and I rolled my eyes. Mom's long, blonde hair was piled on top of her head into a messy bun, and she wore skinny jeans, knee-high boots and a Dogs of Fire MC hoodie. Just like me, she wore glasses, however, hers were more cat eye shaped with little rhinestones on the sides.

"I told you to tell him not to come, and that kind of meant you didn't need to come either, Mama."

She shrugged, setting her purse on the island, and pulling me in for a hug. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

She then made her way to my dad who slid his hand to her ass and squeezed before kissing her in nothing less than the R-rated fashion he always did.

"Hey, baby," he said, smiling at her as he patted her bottom.

"Hi, honey." Mom tugged on his beard. "Thanks for making sure she was okay."

"Always."

"Oh my god, I knew it," I hissed.

Mom smiled at me as she leaned against Dad. "Baby girl, when you have a child of your own, you will understand."

"Which one of you sent the Kray brothers to harass me?" I asked, pouring my mother a cup of coffee.

"They did that on their own," Mom said.

"Well, can one of you make it stop, please? They're quite literally making me crazy."

"I'll talk to them," Mom promised, but Dad just chuckled into his coffee.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothin', Ducky."

"I give up." I narrowed my eyes at him. "You know you've raised mini-yous, right? They are carbon copies, although, maybe Cash is a bit more like Mack, you know, bossier, but that's not saying much, because you're almost as bossy as Uncle Mack. Why can't you be more like Uncle Hatch? He's so sweet, and Flash and Jamie are kind and sensitive souls who treat women with respect. Poppy is so lucky to have brothers like that and Tate's beyond lucky to be married to Flash. I bet Hatch was always gentle and calm when he was raising them, too."

Dad did a spit take as he burst out laughing and mom rushed to grab towels to clean up the mess.

"What'd I say?" I asked.

"I don't wanna burst your bubble about Uncle Hatch, baby girl, so I won't. All I'll say is that we protect our own, Daisy, and that ain't gonna change. Mom and I'll talk to your brothers about layin' off a bit, but shit like what happened out there"—he thrust a thumb over his shoulder—"ain't gonna fly and you're gonna have to get used to us bein' here if and when somethin' like that ever happens again."

I looked to my mom for backup. I shouldn't have bothered.

She merely shrugged. "He's right, honey."

"Fine." I sighed. "Whatever. I love you, but I really do have to study."

"Right, we'll get out of your hair," Mom said, and took their dishes to the sink.

"I'll do those, Mom," I said, desperately trying to move them toward the door.

I ushered them to the door and the elevator opened just as they walked out, revealing Louisa who smiled at my parents. "Hi. Are you visiting Daisy?"

"Yeah. How are you, Louisa?" Dad asked, guiding Mom inside.

"I'm great. You?"

"We're great. Good to see you, sweetie," Mom said.

"You, too."

Louisa gave a little wave and grinned at me.

"Hey Louisa," I said. "Can you please apologize to your boyfriend for me again? I'm sure he'll fill you in."

"Boyfriend? How do you know about Tyson?" She frowned. "I mean, I wouldn't really call him my boyfriend. We matched last week on Hinge, and he's taken me on one date to the Lobster Barrel."

"Wait, Tyson? You went on a date with a guy named Tyson, but had a romantic dinner with Huck last night?" I shot finger guns at her before mock holstering them, then blushed, because seriously, I'm a dork. "You go girl."

"Huck? Oh my god." She burst out laughing. "Huck's not my boyfriend, honey, he's my brother."

"What?" Heat rushed to the back of my neck. "He is?"

"Yes. He's staying with me for a few months until he figures out what he wants to do…" Her sentence trailed off as she waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, that's a long story and I know you have finals. We'll get dinner when you're done, and I'll fill you in."

"I would love that," I said.

"Perfect. Good luck with your studying."

"Thanks," I said, and closed myself back inside, leaning against my door. "Brother, hmmm. This is an interesting turn of events."

I sighed, forcing my thoughts back to the task at hand before wrinkling my nose and letting out a quiet curse.

I'd rather think about Huck than focus on French, but alas, il était temps de se concentrer sur le français.