The Biker's Fate Chapter 567

Daisy

I DIDN'T CALL the cops. I called my father, entering the code for the alarm to stop the incessant beeping as I scrolled down to his number.

"What the fuck, Ducky? Who is that on the cameras?" Dad demanded, his voice gruff since he'd obviously been woken up.

I bit my lip and forced back the bile. "Stewart. Mrs. Eaton's son."

"Fuck, okay. Flea's closest, so he's on his way. I'm coming as well. You still got those cable ties I bought you?"

"Um, yes." I headed into the kitchen. "I think so."

"They're on the second shelf in your pantry."

"Right," I said, diverting my steps, and heading into my pantry. "Found them."

"Baby girl, have Huck secure this asshole, okay?"

"Yes."

"We'll be there soon."

"Okay. Thanks."

I hung up, then rushed into the hallway and handed Huck the zip ties.

"Did you call the cops?" he asked, securing Stewart who was groaning under the weight of Huck's body.

"Uh, no, we don't do cops."

He scowled. "What do you mean, you 'don't do cops?' This pervert was—"

"Don't growl at me, Huck," I hissed as I heard the faint ding of the elevator down the hall. "You don't understand our world."

Frowning, he slid his phone out of his back pocket and swiped the screen. "If you're not gonna do it, then I will."

"Put your goddammed phone away, man," Flea ordered.

Huck dropped his head, and I could tell he was warring about whether he was going to actually put his phone away or fight Flea.

I was relieved he chose the former, as the latter would likely result in damaging the face I'd grown quite fond of. As Sergeant at Arms for the club, Flea didn't fight to fight, he fought to win.

"What's going on?" Louisa asked, peeking through her slightly open door. "Oh my god, is that Stew?"

Luckily, there were only three condos on our floor, and Mrs. Thatcher was older and wore hearing aids.

"Go back inside, LouLou," Huck ordered, standing, and letting Flea take over.

Instead of listening to her brother, Louisa pulled her robe closer around her and made her way over to me. "What happened?"

I shuddered. "You don't want to know."

She slid her arm into mine and frowned. "I seriously do. Tell me."

I filled her in on everything as Flea dealt with Stewart. My dad arrived about twenty minutes later, along with Hatch and a couple of the other brothers.

"I'd feel better if you were locked up safe in your place, Louisa," Dad said. "We've got Daisy covered, yeah?"

"Oh, ah, sure."

"I'll call you later," I promised.

She nodded and headed inside.

Uncle Hatch made his way to me and cupped my face. "Baby girl, look at me." I met his eyes and he smiled gently. "This asshole is never gonna bother you again. Got it?"

I nodded. "You're not going to kill him, right?"

He frowned. "What's the rule, Ducky?"

I wrinkled my nose. "Well, excuse me for making sure you don't unalive someone because of me."

He turned to my father. "You can field that one."

Hatch followed Flea and the others down the hall and Dad made his way to me and Huck. Instead of making me feel any better, or answering any of my questions about what they planned to do with Stewart, however, Dad just turned to Huck and asked, "You got Daisy?"

Huck wrapped an arm around my waist. "Yeah."

And then Dad was gone. It was like no one had ever been there, and Huck was closing us back into my condo, locking the door and resetting the alarm.

"Daisy?" Huck called.

"Hm?" I turned to face him.

"Baby, I've called your name four times." He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Are you freaking out yet?"

I met his eyes, nodding my head, and making a run for him. He opened his arms and I crashed into him as I burst into tears. He pulled me close as I melted down, stroking my back and letting me cry it out.

"Hey, it's over now. No one's ever gonna get close enough to touch you," he whispered.

"I know. I've never worried about that," I rasped. "It's just all so…" I shuddered. "Gross."

"Yeah, I get that."

"What would have happened if you weren't here?" I looked up at him.

"I suspect your dad still would have taken care of it."

"Yes, but who would have taken care of me?"

"Fuck," he breathed out, his mouth covering mine as he lifted me high enough so I could wrap my legs around his waist.

He carried me back to my bedroom, dropping me gently onto the mattress where he stretched out beside me and continued his delicious assault on my mouth. I slid my hands under his T-shirt, running my fingers up his chest, desperate to get closer. I switched positions, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips, before yanking off my robe and pulling my shirt up over my head.

"Fuck, Daisy," he breathed out, cupping my breasts, and then before things could get good, he suddenly flipped me onto my back and knifed off the bed, covering me with the blanket draped over my bench.

"Daisy?" my mother called from somewhere in my goddammed apartment.

"Shit!" I hissed. "Shit, shit, shit! Where's my shirt?"

"I'll stall your mom while you find it," Huck said, and walked out of the room.

In the end, much like the left sock in a dryer, my shirt had disappeared into the ether, so I had to grab a new one.

"Hi, Mrs. Carver," I heard Huck say.

"Call me Dani, honey."

"Right, Dani."

Mom said something, but it was too low to hear.

"Oh, yeah, she's okay, I think," Huck replied. "She's back here. Resting. I was just gonna grab her some water."

I rushed to scramble into the bed, taking several deep breaths to calm my racing heart, and regulate my breathing.

"Baby?" Mom knocked on my open door and leaned in.

"Hi, Mama. You can come in."

Mom made her way to me and sat on the edge of the bed. "How ya doin'?"

"I'm okay." I pushed myself up and leaned against the headboard. "It's all just so… gross."

"Yeah, sweetie, it was."