The Biker's Fate Chapter 599

Huck

I STORMED INTO the house and slammed the door.

"Hey!" Louisa hiss-pered, rushing up to me from the kitchen. "Dad's asleep."

I dragged my hands down my face. "Sorry."

"Where's Daisy?"

"She went with Cash," I bit out, rushing upstairs to my room, hoping my sister didn't notice my blood-soaked clothes. I stripped quickly and headed to my bathroom, taking the quickest shower ever. Once I was dressed, I threw my clothes and shoes into a plastic bag and dropped them next to my bed.

"Huck?" Mom knocked on my door and leaned against the doorframe. "Where's Daisy?"

"She went to the hotel with her brother." I grabbed a bag from my closet and dropped it on the bed. "I'm going to run some clothes over there for her."

"Is she okay?" Mom asked.

"Yeah. We got there in time."

"Are you okay?"

"No."

"Hey." Mom sighed, taking my arm, and pulling me toward her, hugging me. "You're okay, honey."

I hugged her back, then slowly sat on my bed. "She wouldn't come back with me."

"Does that surprise you?"

"Yes." I looked up at her. "But why doesn't it surprise you?"

She smiled, sitting beside me on the bed. "We're strangers to her, honey. You're not, I get that, but we are, and she's just been through a trauma. She's going to want to be close to the familiar. She's also sweet and kind and sensitive, and understands that your father is healing, so she's probably thinking about him and what he might need. We can assure her she's welcome here until we're blue in the face, because you and I both know that she is, but she won't want to impose, and that's part of the reason why you love her so much. Because she's thoughtful."

I dragged my hands through my hair. She had a point. I hated that she had a point, but she did, nonetheless.

She patted my knee and stood. "So, pack her a bag, and you should probably pack one for yourself as well so you can be close to her."

"What about Dad?"

"We've got him covered, and you're just a phone call away."

I rose to my feet and pulled her in for another hug. "Thanks, Mama."

"Of course, baby. We got your back. You know that."

After giving her a gentle squeeze, I released her, then went about packing a few things for both Daisy and me, before heading downstairs and out back to our fire pit. I burned the contents of the plastic bag, then after making sure there were no remnants, I made my way to my grandfather's truck.

The motel wasn't far from my parents' home, but I hit construction traffic on my way which forced me to a standstill for almost ten minutes. I was already annoyed when I left the house, but I was highly amped once the cars got moving again.

Pulling up to the motel, I headed to Cash's room and knocked on the door. He pulled it open and rolled his eyes. "What?"

"What do you mean, what?" I snapped. "I'm here to see Daisy."

"Well, she made it clear she doesn't want to see you."

"Cash!"

He turned and looked over his shoulder, still blocking the door. "Ducky—"

"Let him in, right now," Daisy demanded.

"You—"

"I, what, big brother?" she challenged. "I wanted to come back here to shower because I was covered in blood and pee, and I was too embarrassed to go back to Huck's parents' house. But that doesn't mean I don't want to see him, dumbass. Let him in."

I low key flipped him off and pushed my way inside to find Daisy wearing a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt that were two sizes too big for her petite frame, and I deduced they were her brother's. Her head was wrapped in a towel, and I was so fucking relieved to see her, I felt my nose sting with the threat of tears.

"Hey," I said, giving her a gentle smile.

She made a run for me, throwing herself into my arms and I caught her, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. She looped her arms around my neck, kissing me quickly causing the towel to fall off her head. "What took you so long?"

I chuckled. "I had to grab you a few things."

She frowned. "You're kicking me out?"

"No, baby. I just thought you wanted to stay here."

She sighed, uncoiling herself from me and setting her feet on the ground. "No, I just needed a shower. I didn't want to go back to your parents' and have to explain the… well, you know. They have enough on their plate."

"I think it'd be better if you did stay here," Cash said.

"Well, you don't get to decide," Daisy fired back, picking up the towel and rewrapping her head.

"He can't even keep you safe from a fuckin' grocery store, Ducky."

She advanced on Cash, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Suck a bag of dicks. If I'd told him what I was doing, he would have been all up in my fucking grill just like y'all always are. I was the one who let my guard down and that's on me. The bracelet worked, and he's the one who killed Cyrus, so how about you shut your pie hole for once in your life."

"He killed Cyrus only because—"

"Oh my god, Cash, don't turn this into one of your stupid dick measuring contests," Daisy hissed. "I've seen yours, and believe me when I tell you, his is way bigger."

I laughed. "Geez, buddy, I've never won State Fairs or anything, so I'd hate to think what you got in the stable."

"Oh my god, stop," Daisy growled, turning to me. "Can the two of you not make this day any worse? In fact, how about you not make it about yourselves at all. Never mind. I'm going to hang with Razor. You two can unzip and measure together."

Before she could walk out the door, I grabbed her hand gently. "Cash, give us a minute, would ya?"