The Biker's Fate Chapter 585

Daisy

HUCK KISSED ME quickly and walked me back out to the bar where Teagan was now sipping on a margarita, only she wasn't alone. Poppy, Charleston, and Cambry had joined her and were all working on shots.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Teagan demanded as I arrived at the group.

Before I could answer, however, Hatch made his way over and pulled Poppy in for a hug, "Hey baby girl."

"Hey, Sid."

Poppy was technically Hatch's stepdaughter, but if you said that within hearing distance of him, you'd probably lose a limb. He'd married Maisie when Poppy was twelve, and she'd always called him her 'stand-in-dad,' hence the 'Sid' nickname, but she was his daughter. Period.

"What's this about Huck punching Hammer?" Teagan asked.

"He made some inappropriate comments about me apparently," I said.

"Does he do that?" Hatch asked. "Hammer? Make comments? Or any of the other prospects?"

Teagan snorted. "Oh, yeah. All the time. Grip's okay. Hammer's a douche."

"Super creepy," Poppy added.

"Why the fuck did no one tell me?" Hatch growled.

"Oh, no, club business is club business," Cambry sassed. "Girls are second-class citizens, and we have no say."

"Cambry," Poppy admonished.

In most clubs, that might be true, but our dads revered their women and yes, there was an element of don't ask questions when it came to club business, but if we ever had a real concern, every single one of the brothers would stand with and behind us and address it immediately.

"Right, going forward, if any one of these assholes creeps any of you out, I wanna know about it, yeah? Prospect, member, fuckin' officer, don't matter, I wanna know," Hatch said. "Y'all mean the fuckin' world to me, and I'd lay my life down for each and every one of you. Don't ever doubt it."

"Awww," we all cried, rushing him, wrapping him in a girl hug.

"Jesus," he breathed out, giving us each a pat on the back before extricating himself from the girlie sandwich. "Just let me know if anyone's bein' a turd so I can flush him."

"Thanks, Uncle Hatch," I said, and he kissed my temple before heading out the front door.

"Ducky!"

I turned to see my dad shrugging into his leather jacket and made my way to him. "Hi, Daddy. You're going to make sure my guy's safe, right?"

He smiled. "Yeah, baby. Always. How come you didn't tell me Hammer was creepin' on you?"

"I didn't really know it was that bad, honestly. He's just a general weirdo. You know me, I steer clear of those ones."

He frowned. "How many of them have there been?"

"A few, but they didn't last long. Hammer's the only one who's slipped through the cracks."

"Is Grip a problem?"

"He seems okay." I shrugged. "So far, anyway."

Dad sighed. "Don't let that happen again, okay? Tell me next time."

"Nah, I got me a man now." I grinned. "I'll let Huck do my dirty work."

"Or that," he retorted.

Huck walked up to us, helmet in hand, and wrapped an arm around me. "You okay?"

"I'm good, honey. Please be careful, okay?"

He leaned down and kissed me quickly. "Absolutely."

"Meet you out there," Dad said, and Huck gave him a chin lift.

"I want to know everything that happened with Hammer when you get back, okay?"

Huck chuckled. "There's not much to tell."

"Of course there is. And I want it all. Got it?"

"Got it." He smirked, leaning down to whisper, "Don't get too drunk. I'm gonna want your pussy later."

I shivered. "I'll pace myself."

"Good girl."

He made his way outside and I headed back to my friends.

"So, what the fuck happened?" Teagan demanded as I slid onto a barstool.

"I'm not entirely sure," I admitted. "But I'll find out more later. I guess Huck's prospecting for the club now."

"Oh my god," Teagan breathed out. "Are you okay with that?"

I shrugged. "Too late now."

"Oh my god, you're in love with him," Cambry observed.

I set my elbow on the bar, then settled my cheek in my palm. "Totally and completely."

"I thought your whole plan was to stay away from bikers," Cambry reminded me.

"You said that?" Charleston asked. "How does that work, exactly?"

"Apparently it doesn't," I grumbled.

Teagan laughed. "No shit. You were so close."

"I know, I know." I tapped my palm on the bar. "Another shot, barkeep."

Razor raised an eyebrow. "Tequila or Vodka, sweetheart?"

I cocked my head. "Um, hello? Tequila."

"Okay, okay. I just got here. I can't read your mind." He laughed, grabbing the good stuff from under the bar and pouring three shots, then holding the bottle up to Charleston.

She was still a senior in high school, and although drinking was up to the parents once the kids could drive, Charley was the studious kind of gal, and shook her head. "I'll stick to pop, buddy, thanks."

I'd taken one shot when Buzz walked over to us, a very worried looking Grip following. "Ducky, you got a minute, honey?"

"Ah, sure." I slid off the stool and followed him to the kitchen, where he waved a hand toward Grip.

"Ah, so, ah, Daisy, I wanted to, ah…"

"Jesus, man, just spit it out," Buzz hissed.

"Right. Ah, sorry Daisy. Hammer's an ass, and I want you know I don't feel the same way and would never disrespect you like that."

Buzz waved his hand. "Or any other woman."

"Or any other woman," Grip parroted.

I tried to keep the shock off my face.

"Hammer's gone, sweetheart," Buzz said. "And Grip's on a super short leash. One fuck up and he's out."

"Oh," I whispered.

"Which is not on you," Buzz rushed to say.

"Okay."

"You ever feel uncomfortable, you let me know," Buzz said. "Okay?"

I bobbed my head. "Okay, Buzz, thanks."

Grip gave me another apologetic smile, then he and Buzz walked out of the kitchen, and I made my way back to my girls.

"What was that all about?" Teagan asked.

"Oh my god," I breathed out. "Buzz just made Grip apologize."

"What the heck is going on?" Charleston asked.

"Right?" Cambry said. "It's like Huck has opened up a can of feminism."

I grabbed a shot glass full of tequila and raised it in the air. "To Huck and feminism."

"To Hukinism!" Teagan corrected.

We all took a shot, then dissolved into giggles. My mother and the rest of the old ladies walked in a few minutes later.

She headed my way and pulled me in for a hug. "Hey, baby, I didn't know you were coming out here."

"It wasn't planned. How was girls' night out?" I took in her little black dress and high-heeled booties. "You look amazing."

"Thanks, baby. It was fun. Where's Huck?"

"He's out riding."

"He rides?"