The Biker's Fate Chapter 575

Huck knocked on my door at ten-fifty-five and I opened it with a little trepidation. "Good morning."

He smiled. "Good morning."

"How's your knee?"

"It's better." Lifting a pink box as he walked inside, he said, "I grabbed donuts."

"Are those Top O' the Morning Donuts?"

Huck smiled. "Yeah."

"No way, really?" I breathed out.

"Yeah, is that okay?"

"Anytime you want to show up with Top O' the Morning Donuts, is A-Okay by me."

"Are they good?" he asked, following me into the kitchen. "LouLou told me the top five places, but I've never actually tried them."

"Oh my god, they're the best. Nothing stupid like fruit loops or shit on top, just the best donuts you'll ever taste in your life."

He chuckled, setting the box on the island. "Who the hell would put fruit loops on a donut?"

"Right?" I said. "I made coffee, and I was gonna make bacon if you want it."

"I always want bacon…" He made his way to me, and slid his hand to my waist, pulling me close. "But first I need a proper greeting."

I smiled, raising my head for a kiss.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi."

"How's your knee? Really?" I pressed.

"Hurts like a motherfucker."

I bit my lip. "What does the doctor say?"

"Gotta have another MRI before my next surgery, so I have to head back to Raleigh in two weeks."

"Two weeks?" I rasped.

He nodded. "I got the call this morning."

"So, the donuts were to butter me up?"

"I was getting the donuts anyway, Daisy. But do they help?"

"No," I grumbled.

Huck squeezed the back of my neck as I dropped my head to his chest. "I won't be there long."

"Well, that's not entirely true if you're having surgery."

"I'm there for the MRI, surgery'll come later."

"What about having the MRI here?" I said, meeting his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"Gina."

He cocked his head. "Who's Gina?"

"She's Clutch's wife, and she's the most amazing doctor on the planet and is close, personal friends with the head of orthopedics at OHSU."

Huck gave me a squeeze. "Baby, who the hell is Clutch?"

"Right, sorry." I grimaced. "Okay, so you know who Hatch is, right?"

He nodded.

"His sister, Cricket, is married to Minus, the president of the Burning Saints, and Clutch is the VP. I can make a call to Gina who will get you in with Dr. Patel. Or at the very least, she'll do the MRI and send it over to Dr. Patel to read."

He stroked my cheek. "Well, that would certainly take pressure off my leg. Not havin' to travel."

I blinked up at him, a little disappointed in his response. Because, yes, that would be true. But was that the only reason?

"Definitely."

"Plus," he added. "The thought of not seeing you, even for a day, was fuckin' with my head."

"It was?"

"Hell yeah, it was. Why do you think I got donuts? I eat when I'm pining over a girl."

I ran my fingers over his six-pack. "Yeah, feels like it."

"You're the first," he divulged. "Girl I've pined over, to be clear."

I smirked. "You were pining over me?"

He slid a hand to either side of me, gripping the island and pinning me against it. "Well, not yet, but I knew I was going to if I was forced to fly to Raleigh without you."

I let out a deep, dramatic sigh. "Well, I would have been inconsolable."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." I licked my lips. "Hypothetically, how would you have felt if a petite blonde would have hacked your flight information and perhaps showed up on your flight, maybe even sat next to you on your plane?"

He grinned.

"Hypothetically," I repeated.

"Before or after I filed the hypothetical restraining order?" he asked.

I gasped. "You wouldn't."

He laughed. "Well, hypothetically, you wouldn't have had to hack my flight details, because I would have given them to you."

"And how would you have felt if I came with you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Would you really want to do that?"

"Yes. As long as you wouldn't feel as though I'm smother—"

Before I could finish my thought, his mouth covered mine and I gripped his shirt to stay upright. He lifted me onto the island, tugging me forward, so my pussy was against his middle, and I looped my arms around his shoulders as I continued to kiss him.

It was he who broke the connection, dropping his forehead to mine as we both fought to catch our breath. "Wow."

"Yeah," I agreed. "Why'd you stop?"

"Because if I didn't, I was gonna fuck you on your kitchen floor."

I shivered. "I'm okay with that."

He smiled. "We're gonna take this slow, Daisy."

"Oh, yeah." I wrinkled my nose. "Did I make that rule or did you?"

He stroked my cheek. "We made it together."

"Well, we're stupid."

He laughed. "Yeah, maybe."

I slid my hands up to his shoulders. "Help me down or fuck me, honey. I need to start the bacon."

He kissed me one more time before lifting me down, then I fired off a quick text to Gina, and started the bacon.

My phone buzzed just as I poured my second cup of coffee. "It's Gina."

"Answer it," Huck said.

"Hey, Doc."

"Hi, honey. Your dad sent me the video of your friend."

"Can you help?"

"Absolutely. If you give him my number, he's welcome to call me."

"He's actually here now, if you have time," I said.

"Oh, yes, of course. Hand him your phone."

I handed the phone to Huck, and he put it to his ear, and walked down the hall. "This is Huck."

I wrinkled my nose, disappointed he wasn't going to let me listen in, as I turned back to the stove and focused back on the bacon.

I heard his voice a few minutes later and turned as he walked out of the mouth of the hallway. "Yeah, Gina, I really appreciate your time. Sure. Okay, thanks. Talk to you this week. Okay. Bye."

He grinned, setting my phone on the island and I cocked my head. "So?"

"So, she's going to get me in this week for an MRI, then we're gonna go from there. She thinks she can get me in with Dr. Patel some time this month. He owes her a favor, apparently."

"I have a feeling a lot of people owe Gina a lot of favors," I said matter-of-factly.

Huck closed the distance between us, sliding his hands around my waist and touching his nose to mine. "Kinda wanna fuck you right now, beautiful."

I shivered. "Who's stopping you?"

"You sure?"

I pulled his hands away from my waist. "Yes, but… um… before that, I have to tell you something."

"And I can't touch you while you do that?"

"Full disclosure?" I turned the gas off on the stove and faced him again. "You might be mad once I tell you."

He frowned, leaning against my kitchen island with a nod. "Okay."

"I saw the video."

"You're gonna need to be more specific. I hope to fuck you're not talking about the video of Robin."

"Ah, no." I shuddered. "The one of you being pummeled into the ice."

"Yeah, everyone's seen that, Daisy."

"Well, I hadn't seen it before yesterday."

He raised his eyebrows and let out a sigh. "Ah, well, shit. Okay. So, why would that piss me off?"

"Because I asked my dad to do a deep dive into the guy who did it."

"Did it?" He shook his head. "What do you mean, did it? He's already been sanctioned by the NHL, Daisy. We had beef, we dealt with it on the ice."

"Um, no way, no how, buddy. That was not beef. That was a paid hit."

"Jesus," he hissed, running his hands through his hair. "What are you talking about? Marc Cowan is a son of a bitch who didn't get what he thought he deserved, and he was pissed. He came at me when I wasn't prepared, end of story."

"That was more than him being pissed off at you, Huck," I argued.

"Why are you picking at this?"

"Because something else is going on. You got railroaded and it's not fucking fair! Someone should pay for that."

"Goddammit, Daisy, it's none of your business."

I let out a quiet hiss of pain. That went directly to my heart, and I swallowed back my tears as I nodded. "Yep. Okay, got it."

"Fuck," he bit out. "I didn't mean… look, I'm sorry that came out so harsh. I just mean—"

"I know what you meant, Huck, and it's fine. I had a feeling you'd be mad, and I was right. I should have never brought it up. Just forget I said anything." I took a deep breath. "I think we're rushing things a little and maybe we should figure out what we both want, because I'll tell you one thing for sure, I'm not going to tolerate someone speaking to me like that." I jabbed my tongs at him. "Ever."

"Dais—"

"You can go now," I said, pointing to the door.

He sighed, pushing away from the island, and walking out the door. I locked up behind him, then grabbed a donut, and called Teagan.