The Biker's Fate Chapter 586

I bobbed my head. "Apparently, he's a hockey player by day, and a secret biker by night."

Mom stroked my cheek. "Do you need to process?"

I bobbed my head again.

She smiled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Let's go to your dad's office."

I followed her down the hall and we closed ourselves inside. She flopped into one of the chairs and I sat in the one facing her.

"I have to get these shoes off," she said, unzipping her boots. "My feet are on fire."

"Where did you go?"

"Blush."

"I'm surprised Daddy didn't go with you."

The club owned the popular nightclub downtown, but it was a meat market, so the women were only allowed to go when Dad, Mack, or Knight could accompany them. Actually, any of the officers were approved, but it had to be at least two officers, no recruits. Hatch wanted firepower covering their women.

She smiled. "Mack and Knight were with us, so he let me off my leash."

I sighed, biting back tears.

"Oh, honey, what are you wrestling with?"

"Hatch asked Huck to prospect."

Mom let out a deep breath. "Oh, wow. That's huge."

"I know."

"How will that work with his hockey contract?"

"Hatch said they'd talk about it more, but let's be honest, the entire club has a crush on Huck the Puck, so I have a feeling their shiny new toy's schedule will be accommodated. But saying that, I see what recruits go through. It's almost a full-time job. And he's got his knee replacement coming up, I just don't know how he's going to do it all."

"And where you fit in this?"

"Yes." I couldn't stop the tears now. "But saying that out loud makes me sound like a selfish bitch."

She leaned forward and took my hands. "Oh, my beautiful girl. It doesn't. You sound like a woman in love."

"We're so new and I want him to do whatever he wants, but I also hate it when I don't see him every second of the day," I admitted. "So, if he's prospecting, and I'm working, then he's getting ready for an intense hockey season, I'll never see him. Not to mention, one of the things I liked the most about him is that he wasn't in 'the life.'"

Mom chuckled. "Little girls always end up marrying their daddies in the end, huh?"

I grimaced. "Ew, Huck's nothing like Dad."

She raised an eyebrow. "Mmm, we'll see."

I grabbed a tissue from the tissue box sitting on Dad's desk and blew my nose.

"Look, I remember how conflicted I felt when I met Daddy. I mean, Grandpa was the police chief, can you imagine?"

"I know, he likes to remind Daddy he still has contacts in the force if he gets out of line."

Mom chuckled. "This life isn't for everyone, but I'll tell you one thing. Your dad always puts me first."

"I know."

"Okay, then why do you think Huck would be any different?"

I shrugged. "I know he'd want to, but sometimes it's not always within his control."

"Baby girl, believe me when I say, it will be. Your daddy, and even Hatch, aren't going to let their precious Ducky want for anything and if that means Huck is spending too much time at the club, I have a feeling that will change."

"But that will make me a bitch."

"No, it won't, honey." She smiled. "It'll make you an old lady."

I let out a quiet snort. "I guess it will, huh?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

I settled my head in her lap, and she stroked my hair. "Thanks, Mama."

"Anytime, baby."

We stayed like this for a while. I'm not sure how long, but it was enough time for me to finally feel like my world was back on its axis. I sat up and took a deep breath.

"Feel like joining the rest of the old ladies?" Mom asked.

"Hell yes."

She chuckled, standing, and pulling me to my feet before hugging me. "Are you sure you feel better?"

"I feel good, Mama. Thank you."

She cupped my face. "Any time."

With one more hug, we headed back out to the fray.

Later that night, we were back in my condo because Huck refused to fuck me under any roof my father, or worse yet, my mother, might happen to be, and I wanted to be fucked.

Dirty.

We both had been given clean bills of health, so tonight was going to be our first without condoms and I wanted to make it count.

"Okay, fill me in on the Hammer thing first," I said, as I brushed my teeth.

"Do you want me to filter?" Huck asked, squirting toothpaste onto his own brush that had found its way into my bathroom.

"No. Tell me everything."

And he did.

"He did not say puss-aaay, like some perverted Fonzie."

Huck spit his toothpaste into the sink. "He sure did."

"Douche."

"Indeed."

"And then you punched him," I said.

"I did."

"Just the once?"

"That's all it took," Huck said. "Poor little bastard was out before he hit the ground."

"That'll teach him."

He frowned. "Yeah, normally, I wouldn't fight below my weight class, but I have to admit, what he said really got under my skin."

I slid my arms around his waist. "Thank you for doing that."

"Baby, you don't need to thank me for defending your honor."

I looked up at him. "I'm still going to do it."

He smiled, sliding his hand down to my butt and kissing me. "I appreciate that."

"How was your ride?"

"Awesome," he said. "I fuckin' love your family, Daisy."

I chuckled. "I fucking love my family too."

"Are you good with me prospecting?"

"Is it something you really want to do?"

"I hadn't thought about it until Hatch brought it up, but once he did, and now that I've ridden with the club, I'd love to. But I let Hatch know if all goes well with the surgery, I'm still under contract, so hockey has to come first, but he said he's good with waiting to see how the knee thing plays out."

"Well, where does that put me?"

"What do you mean?"

"On your list of priorities," I said. "Where do I land?"

"I don't follow."

"You say you're willing to commit to the club, however, your hockey career would come before that, but where do I fit in that list? Does hockey come before me as well?"

"I can't believe you'd even think I'd lump you in with my career or the club."

"I just…" I sighed. "Well, if we don't work—"

"Don't finish that sentence," he growled.

"But—"

"Seriously, Daisy, I'm gonna get pissed if you keep going."