The Biker's Fate Chapter 568

"Do you know what Uncle Hatch is going to do with him?"

"No. I don't ask about those things."

I frowned. "How can you not?"

"Baby girl, you'll find the less you know about club business, the better you'll feel."

"Oh my god, they're going to kill him, aren't they?"

Mom gasped. "No, they don't kill people, Daisy. Lordy, you've been watching too much TV."

Huck walked in with a glass of water and set it on the nightstand.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Is something burning?" my mom asked, glancing around the room.

It was then I realized I'd thrown my T-shirt over the lamp in the corner, and it was starting to smoke. Luckily, Huck saw it too and managed to grab it before Mom saw it, throwing it into the bathroom before peeking back into the lamp.

"Huh," Huck said. "Looks like a fly got fried in the bulb."

Mom sighed. "You seriously need to use the LED bulbs, honey."

"I use that one for my wax melts," I improvised as Huck covered his mouth, obviously trying to bite back a laugh.

My phone buzzed three seconds before my doorbell pealed and I grabbed my phone to see my brothers standing in the hallway. I let out a groan. "It's the Kray brothers."

"Will you stop calling them that?" Mom begged. "The Kray brothers were evil nefarious killers. Your brothers, on the other hand, are only trying to protect you."

"Do they know that it's the twenty-first century and women are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves, and we don't need to be watched over by knuckle-dragging, chest thumping, neanderthal, macho, manly men?"

"My, that was a lot of adjectives."

"I get descriptive when I'm irritated."

Mom rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'll go get the door and make everyone breakfast."

She left the room, and I slid out of bed. "My family has absolute perfect timing, as always," I muttered sarcastically.

Huck chuckled, wrapping his arms around me. "It's okay. I don't have protection with me anyway, so it's all for the best."

"Right." Heat flooded my cheeks, and I pulled back from him. "Well, um… I think you should probably go now."

"Hey." He frowned. "What just happened?"

I shook my head. "I just think with everything that's happened, it would be best you go home. I'll text you later, okay?"

"Dais—"

"It's fine." I crossed my arms to keep myself from reaching out to him. "I'll text you."

He studied me with narrowed eyes, then walked out the door and I burst into tears.

"Ducky?" Mom walked into my room a few minutes later and found me exactly where Huck had left me. "Oh, baby girl, what happened?"

"I just made a total fool out of myself," I cried as she wrapped her arms around me. "Huck's never going to talk to me again."

"Oh, sweetness, what happened?"

"It's not important. I just told him to go home, and now I think he's going to hate me forever."

"He's not going to hate you forever, honey. I highly doubt he hates you now. Not even for a second."

"Mom, guys don't like drama. And I'm kind of all drama these days."

Mom let out a quiet snort. "If you knew how much crap I put your daddy through, you'd know how wrong you are, baby. If he's worth his mettle, no amount of drama will keep him away."

"But I want to be worth it, Mama. I really like him."

She lifted my face and smiled. "You are always worth all of it, sweetheart. Don't ever doubt it."

I bit my lip and nodded, not entirely convinced I believed her.

"Come on, Daddy's on his way with breakfast."

I sighed. "Okay."

Huck

I walked back in Louisa's condo trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. I didn't think I'd done anything to hurt Daisy's feelings or offend her. Jesus, I was falling hard for her, and to hurt her would be akin to cutting off a limb. I dragged my hands down my face and took a deep breath.

"That bad, huh?" Louisa asked, walking out of the kitchen. "What happened?"

"Not sure," I admitted. "Daisy asked me to leave."

Louisa frowned. "Walk me through everything."

I did. Sort of. I left out the more R-rated portions, and once I was done, my sister gave me a sympathetic smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Daisy's shy, Hucky. Like, almost painfully. She probably felt a little embarrassed."

"She doesn't have anything to feel embarrassed about," I breathed out.

"Yeah, but she probably does all the same." She squeezed my arm. "Coffee?"

I nodded. "Yeah, sis, thanks. You want me to make waffles?"

"Does a frog fuck on a lily pad?"

I chuckled and followed her into the kitchen.

"Keith called again," she said as I whisked up the batter.

"Why'd he call you 'again'?"

"Because you're not calling him back," she said.

Keith Cherkowsky had been my right wing, but he now held my place on the team. He'd been trying to call me over the past few weeks, but I wasn't really in the mood to 'chat.'

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him you'd call him when you were ready."

"Thanks."

"He's your best friend, Hucky. You don't think he's hurting too?" she asked.

"Yeah, I get it. But he's playing. I'm not," I growled.

"I get that. You just need one or two more surgeries, right? Then you'll be good to go."

"That's what the doctors hope, Lou, but that could take years, and by then, I'll be out of the game."

"Don't say that. You've got time. You've also been skating almost every day with the Oregon team to keep up your chops, so to speak."

"A few laps around a rink doesn't keep up one's chops so to speak, LouLou."

"With how hard you work, little brother, I highly doubt you're only doing a few laps around a rink," she countered.

I grunted in response, and she squeezed my arm.

"Okay, no more talk of hockey," she said with a smile. "Focus on Daisy. You've got this."

As we made breakfast, I thought about what Louisa had said. My sister had always had an insight I didn't, and it was one of the reasons we were so close.

I needed to figure out a way to let Daisy know she could trust me. With everything. I just had no idea how to do that.