The Biker's Fate Chapter 590

Daisy

I TOOK AN Uber to the club, way too pissed off to go home, and rushed inside to find my dad in his office. "Hey, baby girl, you okay?"

"No!" I seethed.

He frowned. "What's goin' on?"

Before I could fill him in, Hatch walked in. "Book, I need—oh, hey, Ducky." He pulled me in for a hug. "Where's your man?"

"Hopefully picking his jaw up off the ground."

Dad and Hatch glanced at each other, then Hatch closed the door.

"What the fuck's goin' on, Ducky?" Dad demanded.

"Other than Clutch and Huck having a dick measuring contest? Nothing much," I snapped, flopping in one of the chairs next to Dad's desk. "Why does everything have to come down to violence with men?"

"What happened?" Hatch asked, his tone quiet, and I missed the lethalness in it.

I filled them both in on everything Gina and I had overheard, and then Hatch walked calmly out of Dad's office without a backward glance, and I looked at my father. "Where's he going?"

Dad chuckled. "I have a feeling Clutch is about to get a beat down from either Minus or Hatch… or both. Huck won't be the only one pickin' his jaw up off the ground."

"Why are you laughing?"

He shrugged. "Because anytime Clutch gets a beat down, it makes me exceedingly happy."

I rolled my eyes. "There's something seriously wrong with you, you know that right?"

"Your mom tells me that every single day."

"It's a wonder you've stayed together so long," I teased.

"I'm a charmin' fella, what can I say?"

I dropped my forehead to his desk and groaned. "He's gonna leave, Daddy."

"What do you mean leave?"

I sat back and looked at him again. "Leave the club, leave the state, leave me. I think Clutch has sufficiently scared him away from club life and now he'll probably decide he doesn't want to prospect. I mean, he has to have a full knee replacement anyway, which is going to mean months of rehab, so…" I burst into tears, the heaviness of it hitting me. "He's going to think it's all way too much trouble and just walk away."

"Jesus, Ducky, he's not gonna leave you."

A knock at the door interrupted any further meltdown and Huck pushed his way in. He frowned at my father, before sitting in the chair beside me.

"Baby, why are you crying?" Then to my father, he demanded, "Why is she crying?"

"How about we start with why the hell my daughter had to take a fuckin' Uber here alone," Dad growled.

"He didn't know I left," I snapped. "So, don't you dare start in with that business, old man. It wasn't his fault."

"He's right though, Daisy. I should have made sure we were together." He focused on my dad again. "Do you mind if Daisy and I talk privately for a few?"

"Sure," Dad said. "I'll give you the room."

Dad kissed the top of my head, then walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Hey," Huck said, taking my hands. "I'm sorry about the Clutch shit."

"Why did you let him get under your skin?"

"Because I'm competitive and can be a bit of an asshole sometimes." He sighed. "Not my finest hour. But just so you know, Clutch and I are good."

"Well, now Hatch and Minus might have a thing, so buckle up buttercup."

"Fuck," he hissed. "Sorry, baby."

"Don't apologize to me. That's all club shit. But when you choose whoever you're gonna fight to jump in, please, for the love of god, don't suggest crossing club lines and choosing Clutch, because he's a professional fighter, and with your knee, he will more than likely kill you."

He grinned. "I've already picked my guy."

I groaned. "Do I want to know?"

"Probably not."

I sighed. "Tell me anyway."

"Cash."

"Cash?" I gasped. "My brother, Cash?"

"Yeah."

"Does he know?" I asked.

Huck shrugged. "Told your dad that should I patch in, he'd be my choice, so don't know if he told him."

"Great, more dick measuring."

"Pretty sure my dick's bigger," Huck retorted.

I rose to my feet with a huff. "I'm over talking about genitalia, so can we change the subject, please?"

Huck stood and pulled me into his arms. "I'm sorry, baby. I was an ass."

"Something we can both agree on." I slid my hands up his chest. "You didn't drive here, did you?"

"No. Caught an Uber. Clutch was gonna get one his guys to drive my truck over."

"I'm glad you were safe."

"I may be a little drunk, but I'm not stupid."

Dad opened his door and crossed his arms. "You should probably come on out here, Huck."

Huck gave me a squeeze and we followed my dad out to the great room.

Huck

We walked out to find Hatch standing with a tall, long-haired biker and a beautiful blonde woman at his side. "Thanks for getting my recruit's truck back safe."

"No problem, brother."

"Am I gonna need to yank your VP's chain?" Hatch asked.

"Nah, I get that pleasure," the biker said. "And once I yank it, I'm gonna beat the shit out of him with it."

Hatch chuckled, turning to the blonde woman. "And you're here because…?"

"It gave me an excuse to visit my big brother," the blonde said.

"You mean, spy on me?" Hatch retorted.

She scoffed. "Why are you always so paranoid?"

"I'll stop bein' paranoid when you and my wife stop conspirin' against me."

"Did you hear that, babe?" she said to her man. "Hatch is accusing me of being shifty. Aren't you going to defend my honor?"

"I would rather get in the ring with a grizzly bear than put myself in the middle of one of your brother-sister spats."

"Coward."

"Is this your new recruit?" the biker nodded toward me.