The Biker's Fate Chapter 583

Huck

Wednesday afternoon, Daisy and I were driving back over the bridge from Vancouver to her condo. Gina had managed to get me in for an MRI that morning and we'd stopped for lunch at a little place by the water before heading back home.

I linked my fingers with hers as we drove and smiled. "Thanks for leaving the love bubble to come with me."

She glanced around the cab of my truck. "Someone had to watch your six."

I laughed. "Didn't realize you did a tour in the marines, baby."

Daisy wrinkled her nose. "Don't joke. This is serious."

"Daisy, no one knows I'm here. Nothing is going to happen."

She let out the cutest little huff and rolled her eyes. "I'll worry enough for the both of us and ensure nothing does."

I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed her palm. "Okay, beautiful, you do that. We'll get home and I'll make sure you relax again."

She blushed. "You better."

I grinned. I loved how she still blushed despite the fact I'd seen every inch of her body, not to mention, tasted it.

"Did the woman say how long it'll take to get your results back?"

"She was sending them over to Gina within the hour, so I should have a message in my chart by the end of the day. Gina said she'd call as well as soon as she sees the images."

"I hope it's fast."

"Me too."

Daisy's phone pealed, muted by her purse, so she fished it out, then answered it. "Hey, bestie. Oh?" She glanced at me, then back at the road. "It's Church, though."

I frowned. I didn't know Teagan was religious.

"Um, I'll ask Huck. That actually sounds fun. Okay. Sure. Bye."

I turned to her when I pulled up to a red light. "Not a big organized religion kind of guy, babe."

"Huh?"

"You said something about church."

"Oh." She chuckled. "Right, sorry, let me explain. It's Wednesday, so that means 'church,' which is the weekly club meeting for officers. I guess they've decided to turn it into an impromptu party. Feel like hanging out with everyone? The dads and kids, anyway. Since it's a holiday weekend, our moms went out tonight. I guess they all took tomorrow and Friday off to start the party early."

"You're good to leave the bubble?"

"Nothing safer than the compound," she pointed out.

"You've got a point." I smiled. "Sure, that sounds fun. We'll stop at the Freddie's by the condo."

"No, the club's stocked."

"My mom will skin me alive if she finds out I go to a party empty-handed, Daisy."

"I won't tell if you don't."

"Aren't you being just a skosh paranoid?"

"Skosh?" she breathed out.

"Yeah, just a little. You know? Skosh."

"I know what skosh means, Huck." She let out a frustrated huff. "It's called 'better safe than sorry.' If we're missing anything, we'll send a recruit out to get it."

I sighed. "Okay, are we stopping back at the condo first, or heading straight to the club?"

"Heading straight to the club," she said. "Unless you need to stop?"

"I'm good."

"Are you sure, because we'll probably be there until late."

"Baby?"

She turned toward me. "Yes?"

"Take a breath," I said, taking her hand again and giving it a squeeze. "Why are you so amped?"

She bit her lip. "I'm just worried about you."

"Don't be."

"That's like telling me not to breathe."

"What helps more? Wine or tequila?"

"For what?"

"For you to chill the fuck out?"

She let out a quiet snort. "Oh, tequila, definitely."

"Right, first order of business is to get you a shot." I raised an eyebrow. "Or twelve."

"I can get behind that plan," she said with a grin.

"Remind me how to get to the club," I said, and she directed me into Beaverton.

We pulled into Big Ernie's twenty minutes later and parked around the back, then I followed Daisy inside.

The second we entered the building, Teagan rushed to Daisy's side and pulled her in for a hug, while Buzz bellowed, "Huck the Puck, get your ass over here!"

Daisy grinned up at me. "Go with Buzz, I'll find you in a few."

"You sure you don't wanna have my six?"

"Suck my dick, big man."

I laughed, leaning down to kiss her quickly. "Later."

She gave my beard a parting tug then followed Teagan into the kitchen, while I made my way over to Buzz. He slapped me on my back and handed me a beer.

"Thanks, man," I said, and twisted off the top.

"Come on out back and I'll introduce you to a couple of the recruits."

I nodded, and we headed out one of the sliding glass doors.

"Huck, this is Grip, and this is Hammer," Buzz said, leaning in closer to me. "As in, dumb as a bag of hammers."

I'm pretty sure that last part was supposed to be for my ears only, but Buzz didn't have a volume switch when it came to his voice, and Grip bust out laughing while Hammer flipped him off.

"Oh, wait, are you Huck the Puck?" Hammer asked.

"See?" Buzz said. "Little slow on the uptake, this one."

I grinned. "I am."

"Shit, man, sorry about your knee."

"All good." I took a swig of my beer.

"Buzz!" We turned to see Hatch at the slider, and he gave me a chin lift. "Hey, Huck, good to see you."

I tipped my beer toward him. "You too."

"You need me, Prez?" Buzz asked.

"Yeah. You need to settle a bet."

"Right. Be back." He grinned, jabbing a finger at me. "Don't move."

I gave him a salute and he jogged inside.

"Are you prospecting for the club, too?" Grip asked.

Before I could answer, Hammer jumped in. "We've been sloggin' for almost a year. Word came down at tonight's meeting, and Hatch and the officers said we could prospect, which means, soon we'll have access to everything the club has to offer."

"And what does the club offer?" I asked.

Hammer rubbed his hands together. "A fine selection of pussy for one."

"All you ever do is think with your dick," Grip lamented.

Hammer scoffed. "Like you're one to talk."

"I think with my dick and my liver," Grip said, raising his beer. "Which gash is it this week?"