The Biker's Fate Chapter 560

Huck

I HEARD THE key in the lock and glanced up to see Louisa walk in, rifling through the mail. "Hey."

"Hey." She gave me a lopsided smirk.

"What?" I asked, pausing my NHL 23 game on the PS4.

"Did you know…?" She paused, continuing to stare at me like she had a secret.

"Did I know what, LouLou?"

"That Daisy thought you were my boyfriend?"

"What the fuck?" I scowled. "Why'd she think that?"

"She got the impression we were having a romantic dinner last night. I can only assume it was because you didn't change that light bulb above the table before we ate rather than after. Think about it. We had candles lit, a table for two, etcetera."

I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, sissy, I was tired. And it's not like you couldn't have changed it yourself."

"You know my stepladder doesn't reach that high. Besides, I'm a lady. I shouldn't have to do all that manual stuff," she retorted. "I save all that shit up for when you or Dad come to visit. It makes you feel useful."

I laughed. "God, we've created a monster."

"You sure have." She dropped the mail on the coffee table and flopped down beside me on the sofa. "What happened this morning?"

"What do you mean?"

"When I ran into Daisy, she asked me to apologize to you, and I quote, 'Can you please apologize to your boyfriend for me again. I'm sure he'll fill you in.' So, what happened?"

"It was nothing," I said, unpausing my game, and focusing back on the screen.

"Hmm-mm," she murmured, standing, and grabbing her purse. I didn't think anything of it until she let out a gasp and suddenly smacked me on the arm. "You slammed Cash Carver up against the wall?" she screeched. "Why the hell would you do that?"

"What the hell, Lou? How did you even know about that?"

She waved her phone in the air. "Doorbell camera, Huck."

"Right." I shrugged. "Whatever. He was being a dick to Daisy, and I didn't know he was her brother, but it doesn't really matter. No one should talk to her that way."

"He's a biker, Huck. Part of a club you don't mess with. Oh my god, you didn't just blow out your knee, you got a traumatic brain injury as well." She groaned. "No wonder her dad was here."

I paused my game again. "Why are you freaking out, Louisa? If Daisy apologized—which she didn't need to do, I'll point out—then obviously, no one's concerned." I narrowed my eyes. "Unless you've got a thing for this Cash guy."

"No, I don't have a thing for Cash," she said on a huff. "Cash is kind of a dick. But, still, you don't mess with the Dogs of Fire, Huck. Okay?"

"It's done, LouLou. Yeah? Besides, I can handle myself."

"Fine." She sighed. "Are you hungry?"

I shrugged. "I could eat."

"Sandwich?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

She nodded and headed into the kitchen while I went back to my game.

Daisy

Two weeks later, finals were over (and passed, thank god), and I had taken an entire week off work. I mean, I ran my own company, so it wasn't like I couldn't do that whenever I wanted, but I hadn't for a long time, and I needed it. Teagan and I'd originally planned to fly to Vegas just the two of us, but her dad had locked that down pretty quickly after the birthday fiasco, so we were trying to find something else to do far enough away from the parentals, but close enough for them not to freak out.

I was graduating early, but the 'walking' ceremony wouldn't happen until June, so I had to make a decision about whether or not I wanted to do the pomp and ceremony with my class. My initial blush was a big fat no, but I needed to talk to my parents first. They'd paid for my education so they may want a say in that decision. Tonight was family night at the club, so I planned to talk to them then.

My phone rang just as I pulled a pint of Mountain Blackberry Revel ice cream out of the freezer. I glanced at the screen and smiled as I took the call. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, Ducky. What time do you wanna be picked up?"

"Picked up?" I frowned. "What do you mean, picked up? I was going to drive."

"Baby girl," he growled.

"I'm kidding," I retorted, prying off the lid of the tub. "Wow, you're in a mood."

"Well, if my spawn didn't consistently try my patience…"

"Ha. Ha. Ha," I sassed. "I'll be ready any time after six."

"Okay. I think Razor's on you, but it might be Harm."

"Cool. Whatever."

"Love you, baby girl."

I grinned. "Love you more."

"See you tonight."

"Okey dokey, artichokey."

He chuckled, then hung up.

I grabbed a spoon, carrying the carton with me into my office. I still had a little work to finish before I could fully relax, and I needed a little sugar high to get it done.

Huck

Just before six, I stepped out my sister's front door to head downstairs to get the mail for her to find yet another biker in the hallway outside Daisy's place.

How many fuckin' bikers does this chick know?

"Yay!" Daisy squealed, wrapping her arms around the man's waist. "I was hoping it was going to be you."

Fuck she looked gorgeous. Dark skinny jeans, knee-high boots and Harley-Davidson T-shirt she'd apparently modified into a deep V-neck hugged every delicious curve of her incredible body and her long blonde hair hung in wavy curls down her back.

He chuckled. "Hey, sweetheart. You ready?"

"Yep. How's Bryn?" she asked, pulling the door closed and locking it.

"Good. She's already at the club."

Not wanting to be caught hovering, I headed to the elevators and pressed the button, a car arriving just as Daisy and her pal walked up.

"Oh, hi, Huck, how are you?" she asked as we stepped inside.

"Good, Daisy. How are you?"

"I'm great." She smiled. "Um, Huck, this is Harm."

I gave him a chin lift, which he returned.

"You look familiar," Harm said. "Do I know you from some place?"

"Doubt it. Just moved in with my sister a couple of weeks ago. New to the area."

Harm cocked his head, then nodded, and I focused back on Daisy.

"It's family night at the club tonight," she said as the elevator doors closed.

"Cool."

"You should come. If you'd like to, that is." Her cheeks reddened. "Of course, you probably have plans, so you don't have to if you have plans… or don't want to. I mean, it's probably not your scene or whatever. Louisa's invited too, unless she's out with Tyson." She shook her head, and damn if she wasn't the cutest fucking thing ever. "Never mind. You're both probably busy. Forget I said anything."

"Hand me your phone," I said.

"Huh?"

"Your phone," I repeated.

She dug in her purse and pulled out her phone, unlocking it then handing it to me. I put my contact information in it, then texted myself.

"Text me the address to this shindig and if we can make it, we will," I said.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

"Okay, sounds good," Daisy said, and I stepped into the lobby.

She and Harm were obviously continuing down to the parking garage, so they stayed put. I smiled and gave her a wave, heading toward the mailboxes as the doors closed again.