The Biker's Fate Chapter 561

Daisy

"Who's the dude?" Harm demanded as we made our way to his truck.

"Louisa's brother," I evaded, texting Huck the address before I lost my nerve.

"Daisy," he bit out.

"What?"

"Who the fuck is Louisa?"

"My neighbor."

He turned to me and crossed his arms. "Daisy Mae Carver, nice try with the verbal evasion, but it won't work, and you know it."

"Fine, whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Huck's Louisa's unbelievably sexy as fuck brother."

"Wait, is this the guy that slammed Cash up against the wall?"

I smirked. "Yes."

Harm raised an eyebrow.

"Cash deserved it."

"Knowing your brother…" Harm nodded. "Probably."

"Whatever. I just made a total fool out of myself because I'm a total dork," I squeaked.

"Why are you a dork?" Harm asked.

"Um, because he's like the hottest guy ever, and I'm me. A man like that would never be interested in someone like me. Oh my god, I'm totally awkward, and I just invited him to a club night which is totally not his scene."

Harm sighed. "Family night's a big deal, sweetheart. Does he mean something to you?"

"I… ah… shit, I don't know." I bit my lip. "I just made a complete fool out of myself, didn't I?"

Harm cocked his head before opening the passenger side door. "Are you being serious right now?"

"Yes," I hissed. "Why?"

He shook his head. "Get in the truck, Daisy."

I climbed up in the truck and he closed the door, heading around to the driver's side and sliding behind the wheel. "I'm gonna say something as respectfully as I can," he said starting the truck. "You're kind of clueless."

I gasped. "Rude."

He chuckled. "Does Huck know who your dad is?"

"I'm pretty sure Louisa's filled him in."

"He walked out his door and waited until he was sure you were safe before he headed to the elevator."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Because I know shit, Daisy."

"It might have just been coincidence." I shrugged. "I doubt he was waiting to make sure I was safe."

"He was sizing me up, Daisy." Harm pulled out onto the freeway and headed toward the club. "He was tryin' to be cool, but I could tell he was waiting to make sure."

"Oh my god, that's so sweet."

"And that phone move? Baller."

My heart raced. "You think?"

"I know," he said. "Us guys are morons, sweetheart, and barely scrape through life most days. I was lucky enough to find Bryn and believe me when I say it took some convincing to get her to give me a chance. You are beautiful, funny, and smart as hell. Any man would be lucky to have you."

I rolled my eyes. "You have to say that. You're like my uncle."

"Jesus, Daisy, I don't have to say that and don't make me sound old," he growled.

Harm was in his thirties, and he'd been with the club since I was a kid. I adored him, but I know his life had been troubled. He'd been riding with his girlfriend back when they were kids and they'd had a wreck. She'd died and it had nearly destroyed him. He'd recently met Bryn and I was so glad he'd finally found happy again because he deserved it.

"Huck's interested," Harm continued. "He'd be an idiot if he wasn't. The question is, does he have the sac to stick around once he figures out what it means to date a biker princess?"

"Maybe I should have insisted Razor pick me up," I grumbled. "He's nicer to me."

"Liar." Harm laughed. "He's just dumber. He wouldn't have noticed Huck had even walked out of his condo."

I scoffed. "I'm gonna tell him you said that."

"Do it," he taunted. "He'll agree with me."

I sighed. "You're probably right."

"And stop talkin' shit about yourself, sweetheart. You're fuckin' awesome, got it?"

I let warm fuzzies fill my soul. "Okay, Harm, I'll try and let that sink in."

"Good."

We pulled into Big Ernie's lot and Harm parked the truck. Teagan was already running for the door and opening it, practically dragging me from the cab.

"Oh my god, you took your time getting here!" she admonished.

"Hi, bestie, how are you? Congratulations on passing your finals," I teased.

"I already texted you all that flowery bullshit earlier." She took my hand and dragged me toward the door.

"Thanks for the ride, Harm," I called.

"You're welcome," he called back.

"Where's the fire?" I asked as she nearly pulled my arm out of its socket.

"New recruits," she whispered.

"Okay, honey, calm your tits."

She paused briefly and fluffed up her boobs. She was ample in that regard, so she started to spill out of her V-neck T-shirt. "I will never."

I chuckled, following her through the little lobby area, then into the great room. It was already full of our family and friends.

My mother made a beeline for me, pulling me in for a tight hug. "Hey, honey. How's my girl?"

"Good, Mama." I leaned back and took her in. "Good lord, you're supposed to be getting old, woman. Why do you just get prettier?"

And it was true. She was in her fifties and looked closer to thirty, her blonde hair still long and her face still void of wrinkles. She currently wore a pair of skinny jeans and a Harley-Davidson long-sleeved T-shirt with a pair of knee-high boots. I couldn't stop a laugh, considering the fact we almost matched. I glanced around the room, and no surprise, my dad's eyes were locked on us and started his way toward us as we hugged.

She narrowed her eyes. "What do you want, Ducky?"

I laughed. "Nothing. But I reserve the right to keep that compliment in my back pocket for a later date."

She cupped my face. "I'm so proud of you and acing your finals, baby."

"Not sure I aced them."

"Of course, you did. With how hard you work? How could you not?" She wrapped her arm around my shoulders. "You're a rock star."

I leaned into her. She was my biggest fan. She always had been, and I didn't know what I'd do without her.

"Thanks, Mama."

"Hey, baby girl," Dad said once he reached us, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

"Hi, Daddy."

"Any issues gettin' here?"

"Harm delivered me tout de suite, safe and sound, as you can see," I sassed.

"I see that French degree is payin' off," he retorted.

I smiled. "Speaking of that… do either of you care if I skip the walking ceremony in June?"

"Hell, no," Dad said.

"Not at all," Mom said.

I sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god."

My parents laughed and Dad pulled my mom against him. "You kids go have fun. I've got plans for your mom."

"Ew, gross, way too much information," I complained.

Dad pulled her away, his hand squarely on her ass and I rolled my eyes turning to face my bestie again.

"Did you get the hot neighbor's number?" Teagan asked.

I groaned, pressing my hand to my stomach. "Oh my god."

"What?"

"Sort of?" I grabbed her arm and dragged her into the kitchen. Luckily, it was empty. "He totally gives me the collywobbles, Teagan. I made a total fool out of myself."

"Spill," Teagan demanded.

I filled her in on my exchange with Huck in the elevator, and subsequent conversation with Harm while Teagan grabbed a bottle of wine and opened it.

"Well, Harm's totally right."

"About which part?" I asked, as she poured the wine.

"All of it." She smiled. "You're way too hard on yourself, for one, and I think Huck's totally interested, for another."

"I just don't understand why I lose my ever-blessed mind around him," I breathed out.

"Yeah, that's the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question." She shrugged. "You're usually so eloquent around boys."

I grabbed an orange sitting on the island and chucked it at her head, missing her by a mile.

"Well, your career in the Majors is over. Back to the farm teams for you," Teagan joked as she picked the fruit up off the floor and dumped it in the trash can.

I laughed. "I better gas up my tractor."

"The farm league isn't made up of actual farmers… you know what? Never mind."

Suddenly, the building went eerily quiet. If there'd been a turntable present, you'd have heard a needle scratch.

Followed by…

"What the fuck are you doin' here?"

Was that Buzz's pissed off voice? Buzz didn't get pissed off. Shit, this wasn't good.