The Biker's Fate Chapter 602

Daisy

TWO WEEKS LATER, we were home. Huck's dad was recovering well and would be back at work in less than three weeks. Huck had talked to Ramona, his attorney, who had informed him Mack had given her a call and they'd come up with a plan if the Hurricanes didn't do right by Huck after the surgery.

His agent, Reggie Ecker, had reminded Huck that the contract had been one of the highest in the industry at just under a million for a rookie, so he was getting pushback from the 'team' about their injury clause and exactly what that meant going forward and what they would have to honor.

That's where Mack came into play. He'd decided that if the Hurricanes weren't going to pay, the other team would, considering it was their player who'd attacked Huck and there'd been no protections in place.

In the end, Huck decided to let Mack and Ramona do the fighting since he had a tough surgery ahead, and we were getting used to being back to 'normal.'

I was in the kitchen making dinner when Huck walked in with a bag of groceries. He'd been at the club all afternoon and it was my first stretch assignment being alone. Well, alone in the condo, at least. One of the recruits was parked on the street in front of the building for protection, so I was never actually without cover.

"Hey, baby."

I couldn't stop myself from jumping slightly and he frowned.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said as he locked up and hit the buttons on the alarm.

"I'm okay." I sighed. "I know I'm safe, I just have to remind my body of that fact."

He made his way to me, setting the bag on the island and pulling me in for a kiss. "What are you making?"

"Pork chops. Sound good?"

"Sounds great."

I reached up and ran my finger gently over the bandage on his cheek. He leaned back with a grimace, and I sighed. We'd been back a week when Hatch decided it was time for Huck to 'bleed,' and Cash was ready and willing to jump him in.

I wanted nothing to do with it, so my girls came to hang out with me while the 'ceremony' happened. Huck came home, bruised and cut, but patched up and I had managed to hold my complete meltdown until after Teagan, Cambry, and Huxley left.

"You should see your brother," Huck had retorted as I grabbed ice from the freezer and tossed it into a baggy.

"Not helping, Huckleberry."

"Neither will that, honey," he said, opening the cabinet that held my liquor.

"Ice will help with the swelling."

He held up a bottle of tequila. "And this will help with the pain."

"How's your knee?"

"It's fine. We went easy on each other." He smiled, pulling me close. "I'm good, baby. This didn't even register on the level of a fight. You should see some of my games."

"No, I'll pass, thank you."

"Look at me, honey."

I met his eyes, and he stroked my cheek. "I'm good. Seriously, Cash and I both pulled our punches."

"You have a cut on your cheek."

"Which will heal in no time." He smiled. "Do you want a margarita or a straight shot?"

"Both," I grumbled.

"That's my girl."

Now was now, and the cut was healing, but not fast enough in my opinion. He had a huge scab forming, but it would bleed if he scrubbed it too hard, whether while washing his face or turning over in bed, so we kept it covered as much as possible.

"I'll change your bandage after dinner," I said.

"Sounds good." He grinned. "I grabbed dessert."

"Oh yeah?" He pulled out a box of something and I leaned in to read the label. "Gummy strips?"

"Instead of fruit roll ups," he said. "They apparently taste like gummy bears."

I waved the tongs I was holding at him. "Oh, so those are for you, then?"

Huck shrugged, giving me a cheeky grin. "ToMAYto, ToMAHto."

"That's not one of the flavors, is it?" I joked.

He laughed, proceeding to put the rest of the groceries away before helping me finish up dinner.