The Biker's Fate Chapter 601

Daisy

Huck left the room, and my dad wrapped his arms around me. "Fuckin' scared the shit out of us, Ducky."

"Not my intention," I grumbled.

"I'm not blamin', you sweetheart."

"Sorry." I sighed. "I know. I'm just a little keyed up."

He gave me a squeeze. "Understandable."

A knock at the door made me jump and Cash frowned as he pulled open the door. Archer walked in and I rolled my eyes. "Great. The gang's all here."

"Jesus, your face," Archer hissed.

Cash reached over and smacked the back of his head.

"Ow, fuck, Cash, what the hell was that for?"

"Maybe not start by pointing out the fact our sister's face is beat to shit?" Cash snarled.

"Well, look at it." Archer waved his hand toward me.

"Yeah, but you don't need to say anything."

I fisted my hands at my side and let out a quiet squeak. "How about neither of you discuss the state of my face at all!"

"Enough!" Dad bellowed as he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket. "Jesus, you three. Boys, leave your sister alone."

I scowled at my brothers as Dad took a phone call.

"Hey, baby. Yeah, she's good. Swear to Christ, beautiful, she's perfect. Sure." Dad handed the phone to me. "It's your mom."

"Hi, Mama."

She let out a long, deep sigh. "Baby girl. Are you okay?"

"I'm good. The bracelet worked. Huck, Cash, and Razor found me really quickly, and the guy will never hurt anyone again."

I heard her sob over the phone. "If anything happened…"

"I'm okay, Mama. I promise." I could feel tears streaming down my face as I spoke. "Is Kim with you?"

"Yes. I'm staying with her and Uncle Knight until Daddy gets home."

"That's good. Kim will keep you distracted."

"She's plying me with tequila as we speak."

I smiled. "Good. I really am okay, Mama."

"Okay, baby. I just need to get my arms around you."

"I know, me too."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

"Go ahead and give Daddy the phone back."

I handed the phone back to my dad and he walked out of the room. Archer took this chance to hug me. "Sorry I freaked out about your face, Ducky."

I hugged him back. "Thanks, Arch."

"You sure you're okay?" he asked once he released me.

I nodded. "I'm good."

Dad and Huck walked in a few seconds later and to say I was glad to see Huck was the understatement of the fucking century. I loved my brothers, I really did, but I wanted out of that room, STAT.

I made my way to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "All good?"

"Yeah. You ready?"

"Yes. Beyond ready."

He smiled. "Okay, let's head out."

"Okay, Crood Family, time for me to go." I gave them a finger wave and said in a sing-song voice, "Byeeee."

Dad chuckled, pulling me in for a hug and kissing the top of my head. "I reserve the right to check on you later."

"Text first," I demanded, grabbing Huck's hand, and pulling him out of the room. "Which way?"

Huck chuckled, guiding the opposite way I had been heading. "This way."

Once at the room, he unlocked the door and stepped back so I could step inside, then he closed us in, and I crumbled.

"I got you." Huck scooped me up and carried me to the bed, stretching out beside me and pulling me into his arms.

I slid an arm around his waist, burying my face in his chest and sobbed, letting the stress and fear of the day completely release from my body. "He was going to film everything and make you watch it before he cut you into pieces," I sobbed out.

"It was never going to happen."

"I know that now." I looked up at him. "But he was crazy, and he'd already hurt you and your dad, so in the moment, I thought he might actually make it happen."

"Yeah, baby, he was certifiable." He stroked my hip. "But he's dead and no one'll ever get close enough to even breathe on you again, so you've got nothing to worry about."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving."

"You did tell me."

"I should have waited for you to meet us."

"Stop," he rasped. "None of this is your fault."

"But it is," I argued. "I made the rookie mistake of thinking no one could touch me here in Montana. I got cocky."

Huck chuckled, rolling me so he was hovering. "Baby the last thing anyone would ever think you are is cocky. And you had no way of knowing about Cyrus. I didn't know about him. Your dad only found out a few hours before he grabbed you, so none of this is on you. It's on Cyrus, may he burn in hell."

"Well, I'm never going anywhere without you in the future."

"No, we're not playing that game, because you are not going to let fear win."

I wrinkled my nose. "It has already won."

"Then we'll get you back to a place where you're no longer afraid."

I tugged on his beard. "I'll be brave when you're with me twenty-four-seven."

He smiled. "I'm happy to be with you twenty-four-seven until you feel brave enough to be alone."

I let out a quiet huff. "It's never going to happen."

"Luckily, you don't need to find out for a while."

I stroked his face. "Thank you for rescuing me."

"Likewise."

I cocked my head. "What?"

"Before you, I thought my hockey career was over, I had no crew to have my back, and never thought I'd ever meet a woman half as amazing as you, let alone, sucker her into falling for me." He gripped my chin. "Everything about my life has changed for the better since I met you. So, I'd say we rescued each other."

"Tie game?"

"Hockey never ends in a tie."

"I'm not talking about hockey," I said, pulling his head down for a kiss.

Our game of tonsil hockey got heated, and I honestly wasn't sure if it ended in a tie, but it did end with us naked, which was a win in my book.

"Can we eat junk food and watch bad movies all night or do you still have club stuff?" I asked once we came up for air.

"Hell, yeah, we can eat junk food and watch bad movies."

"Awesome. What are the odds this establishment has room-service?"

"Slim to none," he said. "But Razor said he'd make a run if we wanted anything. We just need to text him."

"I adore that man," I said, sitting up. "I should probably get a toothbrush."

"I brought yours from home." Huck slid off the bed and pulled a bag from the closet. "There's also a couple changes of clothes and your face shit."

I made my way to him, sliding my hands around his waist. "You're the most amazing man on the planet."

"Bringing you clothes registers that high for you, huh?"

"And saving me from a homicidal psychopath."

He gave me a squeeze. "Right. And that."

"Okay, enough of Cyrus. I want to get into my own clothes, brush my teeth and crawl into bed with you. Do you want to text Razor or shall I?"

"I'll do it," Huck said. "Tell me what you want."

I fired off my list as I rifled through the bag and pulled out a clean T-shirt and underwear, and then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Razor arrived thirty minutes later with bags full of food, beer, ice cream and even dinner from a local fast-food restaurant, then left us alone to reconnect in the best way ever.

Junk food and three of the Sharknados.