The Biker's Fate Chapter 563

"Who the fuck invited you?"

I raised my head to the sound of my brother's angry voice and scowled. "I did, Cash."

"Daisy," he growled.

"You got a problem, man, we can go talk privately," Huck said. "But you're not gonna use that tone with your sister. Understand?"

Cash crossed his arms. "Yeah, who's gonna stop me?"

"Well, if he doesn't, I sure as hell am," Dad warned. "What the fuck, Cash?"

Cash rolled his eyes. "Jesus, Dad, you know I'd never do anything to Ducky."

Dad raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, then what's with the attitude?"

"You know what?" Cash said. "It's family night. There's no attitude." He turned on his heel and walked back inside.

I sighed. "Sorry about my brother, he can be a bit overbearing."

"It's all good." Huck stood, making his way to my dad. "I'm Huck, Mr. Carver. It's nice to meet you."

Dad shook his hand. "Call me Booker. Good to meet you, too."

"Is Cash okay?" I asked.

"Gonna find out," Dad said, turning to Huck. "But do I need to worry about you checking Cash into the boards again?"

Huck met my dad's eyes. "Depends on if he's gonna keep taking a threatening tone with your daughter."

"Right." Dad sighed. "I see we're gonna need to keep an eye on this."

I dropped my head to the table with a groan.

Jesus, these alpha men are going to kill me.

A hand settled on my lower back. "Daisy?"

"What?" I grumbled, my head still on the table.

"You good?"

I lifted my head and looked at him. "Are you going to get into some kind of knock-down-drag-out with my brother?"

He grinned, popping another piece of steak into his mouth. "Depends."

"On?"

"On whether or not he learns some respect when it comes to you."

"My brother isn't a bad guy, Huck. He's overprotective to a fault and I'm the baby," I tried to explain. "It's not intentional, he just has resting bitch voice."

He studied me before smiling gently. "Don't care. He's gonna have to learn to control the bitchiness. Nobody talks to you like that."

I cocked my head. "Are you like this with everyone, or is there something about me that makes you think you have some dominion here?"

"Look." He sighed. "I like you, Daisy. Obviously, you're beautiful, but you're also smart, independent, plus my sister adores you, so you're a quality human, and these people respect you. I don't hold dominion over anyone but myself, and I certainly wouldn't want to make you feel like I'm doing that to you. What I do have a problem with though, is other men doing it to the women I care about, whether it's inadvertently or not. I'd like to get to know you more and you getting to know me might mean putting up with a little overprotectiveness of my own. Now, within that, you have the freedom and the power to tell me to back off. Can't say I will, necessarily, but you can tell me to."

I mean mugged him. "Back off."

He chuckled. "Damn, you're cute."

Buzz sidled up to us, set a fresh beer on the table, and slid onto the bench seat across from us just as my brother walked out one of the sliding glass doors and motioned me inside.

I squeezed Huck's arm. "Give me a second."

I stood and made my way to Cash, who pulled me in for a hug. "Sorry I was a dick."

"I'm not really the one you need to apologize to, am I?" I pointed out.

"Well, that's not gonna happen, Ducky, so how about you let me have this?"

"Why are you so amped up?" I gave him a squeeze.

"Honestly? Just pissed Teagan did something so fuckin' reckless. But I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"Thank you for saying that," I said, holding up my wrist and pointing to my bracelet. "But y'all seem to forget that we are all locked and loaded. You can track each and every one of us with the push of a button."

Eons ago, Doc, the president of the Dogs of Fire Savannah (and the man who delivered me) had insisted the old ladies wear some piece of jewelry equipped with GPS. Or maybe it was his wife, Olivia. It doesn't really matter now. The end result was that old ladies and kids of the club members were tracked and protected at all times.

I personally wore a bracelet. Others wore necklaces, some wore rings, and there were rumors that one of the Primal Howlers' women out of Colorado had a tracker in a very private piercing, but I had never been nosy enough to confirm.

"I know that, Ducky," Cash said. "But a lot can happen between some asshole drugging you and your finger pressing that button."

"Which is why you can activate it remotely."

He sighed. "You're right, you're right. I overreacted. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. Now, please go and apologize to Huck."

"Fuck, no."

I shrugged. "It was worth a shot."

He grinned, kissing the top of my head before releasing me.