The Biker's Fate Chapter 579

Huck

"BUD, YOU CAN call me Booker, no more o' that Mr. Carver shit," Daisy's father said.

"Ah, right, Booker. Yeah."

"You okay with Daisy havin' me look into this shit?"

"Initially, I wasn't, but we talked it out and now I'm seeing she might have a point." I dragged a hand through my hair. "What did you find?"

"I found a money trail."

I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling. "Which means… what?"

"That it was a paid hit."

"Fuck," I breathed out. "Who?"

"Not sure yet. But I do know it wasn't your buddy, Keith."

I frowned. "Was there a question it might be?"

Booker chuckled. "Ducky was a little concerned he took your spot too quick, so she thought it might be, but she's protective to a fault when it comes to those she cares about."

I smirked. "Yeah, I'm getting that."

"Haven't quite gotten to the bottom of the money trail yet, but there is one, so you need to keep your head on a swivel. Someone's out to get you, Huck, and I don't know if your knee was enough for them or if they want to finish the job."

"Got it."

"We got your back. Stay close to Ducky and the club. I know that might sound dramatic, but until we know the source o' this shit, it's better to be on the safe side."

I scrubbed the back of my neck with my hand. "Right."

"Now, how much do you want me to share with my kid?"

"Nothing. I'll decide what I share," I said. "I want to protect her as much as possible."

"I like that," Booker said. "Gonna let you go."

"Okay. Bye."

I hung up and made my way back to the living room where Daisy was right where I left her, glaring at me, her food untouched, but her wine glass cupped in her hands. "Don't ever do that to me again," she snapped.

"Do what?"

"Don't be obtuse."

I sighed. "I don't want this shit to worry you."

She scrunched up her face in what she probably thought would convey horror, but she only managed to look fuckin' more adorable than normal as she let out a quiet hiss. "How exactly is any of this supposed to not worry me? I can barely sleep because I have nightmares of your leg being separated below the knee—"

I frowned. "You're having nightmares?"

"We're not talking about me right now, Huck," she snapped. "What did my dad say?"

"Back up," I said, taking the wine out of her hand and setting it on the table before pulling her over my lap so she was straddling me again.

She settled her hands on my shoulders and tried to push off of me. "Huck…"

"Baby, look at me." She rolled her eyes and when they rolled back, I asked, "Are you seriously having nightmares?"

"I've had a couple, but it's fine." She dropped her eyes to my chest and sighed. "I'm not the one who got pummeled."

Sliding my hands to her ass, I gave it a squeeze. "Well, that stops now."

She smirked. "I don't think you can control my dreams."

"Are you saying I don't have that kind of power?"

"Are you saying you do?" she challenged.

"Absolutely."

She let out a quiet snort. "And exactly how do you have that kind of power, Huckleberry Wilton?"

"Well, it's called sex, Daisy Mae Carver."

"Are you saying you're going to fuck me all night, so I don't fall asleep?"

"No, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll sleep too deep to have one."

"That sounds a little too good to be true." She closed her eyes briefly and licked her lips before meeting my eyes again. "But first, what did my dad say?"

"Nothing you need to worry about." She anchored her hand on my shoulder before grabbing her phone and I scowled. "Your dad's not going to tell you anything, Daisy."

"I'm not calling my dad, Huckleberry." She raised an eyebrow and put her phone to her ear. "Well, hi there, favorite hacker extraordinaire. Did Dad have you look into anything for him… well, me? He did? Yep, okay, thanks, honey. I appreciate it. Sure. Say hi to Wrath for me. Bye." She set the phone on the table again and cocked her head. "There's a money trail, it's not Keith. Not sure who it is, and Dad's concerned the job isn't finished."

I saw tears forming in her eyes and I let out a low growl. "Enough."

"He's worried they're going to keep coming," she whispered. "My dad doesn't get worried unless there's a viable threat."

"This is why I told your dad I wanted you left out of it," I said.

"This person is still out there, Huck."

"I know."

"How many people know you're here?" she asked. "In Portland."

"A few."

"How many's a few?"

"My team, my parents, a couple of buddies at home," I said. "Home, home, in Montana, not Raleigh, just to be clear."

Daisy let out a huff. "That's too fucking many."

"Baby, none of them know where my sister lives. Only my parents have that address. Not even my coaches. You can stand down."

"Keith?"

"Yeah, okay, Keith might have it, but I doubt I'm on his Christmas card list."

"Don't joke about this, Huck," she snapped, trying to shimmy off my lap again.

I gripped her hips and held firm. "I'm not joking, Daisy. I'm telling you I've got it covered."

Her nostrils flared when she took a slow, deep breath. "What did my dad say?"

"That he's got my back."

She relaxed, sort of, and met my eyes again. "I mean, what's the game plan?"

"Baby, there's no game plan because there's no threat."

She narrowed her eyes and bit out, "Did he say, 'stay close to the club'?"

"Yeah."

"Then there's a fucking game plan, Huck."

I sighed. "I get the feeling you're fixin' for a fight here, Daisy."

"I am if you don't start taking your safety seriously."

I cocked my head and frowned. "What makes you think I'm not taking my safety seriously?"

"Because you're sitting here acting like it's no big deal."

"No, I just didn't tell you all the nitty-gritty details about what your dad found, there's a difference."

She wrinkled her nose and let out a huff of derision. "ToMAYto, toMAHto."

"I'm rapidly figuring out you're a total worrywart, but believe me when I say, I'm taking this seriously." I gave her another squeeze. "And your dad's diving deeper into the money trail. You trust him, right?"