The Biker's Fate Chapter 576

Huck

I WALKED BACK into my sister's condo royally pissed at myself for snapping at Daisy but still equally pissed at her. I didn't like that I'd gone off on her, but on the flipside of that, what the fuck right did she have digging into my past like that? I didn't ask for her help and I sure as hell didn't ask for her dad's.

Louisa stepped out of the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hand, and stalled. "Hey, I thought you were hanging with Daisy today."

"Well, I just fucked that up, sissy." I dragged my hands down my face. "Not sure if I can walk it back, either."

She groaned. "What did you do?"

I filled her in on our conversation and Louisa let out a quiet hum of conspiratorial agreement.

"Why are you making that noise?" I demanded.

"What if Daisy's right?"

"What the fuck?" I threw my hands in the air. "You can't actually think Marc would have been paid off by someone to fuck me up like that, LouLou? Who would have wanted to do that?"

"Did you ask her?"

"No, I kind of blew up before I had a chance to do that," I admitted.

She sighed. "Well, it's not outside the realm of possibility, is it? And it's not like anyone else thought of it or was willing to go above and beyond to look into it, were they?" she pointed out before patting me on the shoulder. "You're right. You fucked up, big time. And you were an asshole on top of it."

"Thanks for the pep talk," I grumbled.

"Lucky for you, Daisy's surrounded by alpha holes, and she kind of loves all of them to a fault. I have a feeling that if you apologize and give her a good grovel, and I mean, crawling on your knees to her doorstep, hat in hand level groveling, little brother, she'll probably forgive you." She shrugged. "Maybe."

I frowned. "What the fuck's an alpha hole?"

"Alpha male, asshole. Her brother, Cash, for example."

"Jesus, I'm nothing like Cash Carver."

She raised an eyebrow. "Did you or did you not raise your voice at her, when all she did was some research on your behalf with only your best interests at heart?"

"Yes," I mumbled.

She cupped her ear. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear that."

"Yeah," I said a little louder as I glared at her.

She nodded with a grin. "Exactly like Cash."

"Fuck," I hissed.

"There's something about that guy I don't like about myself," she said, repeating something our dad used to say.

"Okay, no need to rub it in," I said.

She smiled slyly over her the rim of her coffee cup. "Now, stop your grumbling and get to groveling."

"But what if I—"

"I mean it, Hucky, get on your Zamboni and ride on outta here."

"Fine." I sighed. "There's a florist on the corner, I could start there, I guess."

"That's a negatory, little bro," Louisa retorted. "She's not a flower kinda gal."

"What? What kind of woman doesn't like flowers?"

"The kind of woman who has a name like Daisy."

I pressed my palms into my eye sockets. "Fuck me."

"Time to get creative, Hucky. I'm going to take a nap," she said. "Good luck."

I flopped onto the sofa and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I had no idea how to get creative, but I figured the internet was a good way to start.

Daisy

After kicking Huck out, I busied myself with overcleaning my condo, then eating a tub of ice cream. When neither did the trick, I grabbed a controller from the charger, and powered up my gaming console, hoping to find a worthy opponent at this late hour.

Weapons of Warcraft Six had just been released and I hoped infiltrating a cell of zombie terrorists would help me blow off some steam.

To my relief, I didn't have to wait long until user:DeathStlkr69 entered the game, inviting me to a head-to-head match. A guy with a douchey, 'macho' name like that was the perfect target for my third-degree rage. After accepting his invitation, I logged in as my avatar, and took my position.

At first, everything was going as planned. I was straight-up trouncing this guy, and it wasn't until my third, beatdown, that things took a turn. My chat box pinged with a message from my opponent.

DeathStlkr69: Hey, dude, lighten up, this game is supposed to be fun.

Dude? See, this is exactly what I'm talking about. This piece of shit, male chauvinist, assumes that just because I'm playing a video game, that I must be a guy.

I couldn't wait to flame this incel.

DeadZmbeezRUs: First of all, I'm not a DUDE. I'm a WOMAN. And second, if your punk ass can't stand the heat, I suggest you get the hell out of my kitchen. Cuz all I'm serving here is ass whoopins and tittie milk, but I'm fresh outta tittie milk. So if that's what you need, I suggest you call your mama for some. Oh, wait, your mama didn't want you, and left you on the doorstep of the loser factory. Maybe if you keep crying about losing, somebody will feel sorry for you and adopt you.

I pushed enter with a chuckle and waited for whatever weak sauce reply he was going to try and serve. Several minutes passed without so much as a peep. Until, finally, I got a notification. Or, more specifically, his mother replied.

DeathStlkr69: I don't know who you are, but this is Josh's mother, and I'm going to report you to the authorities for inappropriate language and harassment of a minor. What kind of sick monster berates a 12-year-old child on his birthday? All my sweet angel wanted was this game and now he's traumatized. If this harassment persists, you can expect to hear from my attorney.