The Biker's Fate Chapter 578

"Yeah. I'll eat your burger and mine, then."

"Stress eating?"

"Fuck, yeah. I hurt my woman and was afraid I wasn't gonna be able to walk it back."

I leaned against him. "I'm your woman, huh?"

"If you'll have me."

"I'll have you." I patted his chest. "Let me just tell my dad to stand down."

"Has he found anything yet?"

I shook my head.

"Well, keep him on it, okay?" he said. "Let's just see how it all plays out."

"Yeah?"

He smiled. "Yeah. I'm kind of intrigued now."

"If there's anything, Dad'll find it," I said as we sorted our food. "He's kind of a dog with a bone, no pun intended."

"You didn't want to do it yourself?" he challenged.

"Ah, no way, no how." I opened a drawer and grabbed utensils. "I asked him to filter. If I came across another angle where you're getting pummeled, I don't think I could deal."

"Jesus," he hissed.

"What?"

He was at the fridge and had just pulled out a bottle of beer. "I have been one hell of a class-A dickhead."

"Yeah, kinda." I grinned. "But you apologized and you're never going to do it again, because if you do it again, I'm gonna tell Cash."

He rolled his eyes. "You know, Louisa told me I was acting like Cash, so I'm not sure that's much of a threat."

I gasped. "Oh my god, your sister's got a mean streak. You're nothing like Cash."

"My sister thinks I am. At least, in this scenario."

I closed the distance between us and looked up at him. "Trust me, I know my brother, and you're nothing like him. Even in this scenario, you were tame compared to him."

"That's generous, Daisy." He leaned down and kissed me gently. "I appreciate it."

"Come on, let's eat. I want an excuse to dig into that pecan praline."

"You could always have dessert first," he pointed out as we made our way to the table.

"I could, but I also want this chicken tikka, so…"

"Fair." He chuckled and sat across from me, taking a swig of his beer. "What did you do after I left?"

"Who me?"

"Yes, you."

"Besides almost getting a visit from Benson and Stabler?"

He laughed, almost doing a spit take. "What the hell?"

I filled him in on the Josh saga from the night before and his eyes widened in shock. "The little shit actually threatened you in a D.M.?"

"Yeah," I said. "Can you believe that? But have no fear, I'm going to make sure he never gets into a good college."

"Remind me to stay on your good side."

I chuckled. "I'm kidding. I'm not that petty. This is how I process, because our fight kind of messed with my head. I mean, I've logged into the local Weapons of Warcraft server and scrubbed any and all existence of our chat, but of course, that's just preliminary stuff. By next week, I will have forgotten all about DeathStlker69 and his shenanigans."

"He's still a little fucker."

"Indeed," I agreed.

"I'm really sorry I was an asshole."

"I appreciate that."

He leaned over and kissed me gently. "Is it time for ice cream?"

"Hells yeah, it's time for ice cream."

Huck grinned and took our plates to the sink.

Later that night, Huck and I were on my sofa, the TV on some random channel, I was straddling him, enjoying the hottest make out session on the planet.

That is, until my phone buzzed on the side table, and I glanced over to see it was my father calling. "Shit," I hissed.

"Take the call, Daisy."

I let out a groan and slid off his lap, grabbing my phone. "Hi, Daddy."

"Hey, Ducky. You got a minute?"

"Yep," I lied.

"There's a money trail."

I gasped. "I knew it! His friend took—"

"Not Keith, baby girl."

"What?" I squeaked. "Are you telling me no one did it on purpose?"

"Not what I said."

"What's going on?" Huck demanded.

"Hold on, Daddy, Huck's here."

"You sure you want him to hear this before you've had a chance to see it first?" he asked.

I bit my lip. "Well, it's his life, so, yeah."

"Give me the phone," Huck demanded.

"I'll put it on speaker."

"No." Huck held out his hand. "Give me the phone, Daisy."

I frowned but handed it over.

"Hey, Mr. Carver, you can talk directly to me," Huck said, pushing himself off the sofa and walking down the hall.

I threw my hands in the air and let out a frustrated screech. I was seriously going to need to chain my phone to my body so the man would stop walking away with it.