The Biker's Fate Chapter 609

Cash

I MADE MY way downstairs and knocked on my dad's office door which was already slightly open. "Come in."

I walked inside and flopped into one of the chairs across from his desk. "You rang?"

People often said I looked like my dad. I guess I saw it on some level. We were the same height and similar builds, but I was a little on the fairer side. I got that from my mother, Dani.

He frowned. "What's this about Teagan at Elixir?"

I shrugged. "Not my monkeys, not my zoo."

"Did you know Tillie was procurin' fake IDs?"

I said nothing. Just sat there and stared at him because he knew I wasn't a snitch. Never had been and wasn't about to start.

"Cash, how long has this been goin' on?"

I cocked my head. "Are you askin' as my dad or my VP?"

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, just answer the goddamn question."

"Honestly, I don't know how long it's been goin' on. And I didn't know about Teagan's until after the fact."

My dad closed his eyes slowly, then sighed. "Mack's asked you to watch her?"

"He has."

"You're okay with it?"

"Define okay," I retorted.

He tapped his fingertips on his desk. "I can talk to him, get someone else on her."

"Nah, it's fine. I've got time."

"Yeah, but I also know you two butt heads."

"I can handle Teagan Reed, Dad, don't worry. If I need a change, I'll let you know."

"Right. We got a parts delivery comin' in on Monday, so I need you in the shop by noon. That gonna be a problem?"

I was a mechanic who worked at the Dogs' shop attached to the club compound. It had started out as Big Ernie's Auto Body back in the seventies but had been expanded years ago to include a full service shop. Dad didn't do much in the way of fixing cars anymore. He didn't need to, considering the fact that before Hatch was promoted to president, he'd become a silent partner in the cannabis business with Sundance who rode with the Primal Howlers out of Monument, Colorado. This partnership had expanded to more of a club-to-club partnership which meant the Howlers had worked with the Dogs to expand the grow business into Washington and Oregon, so now the auto shop had become more of a passion project which Dad helped to run the back end of. This included ordering parts and counting the money. Hatch still ran that side of the business, Maisie ran the employees, while club members helped with everything in the middle.

"I should be there by ten," I said. "I'm still working on that Mustang."

"Your mom wants to see more of you."

I smiled. "I know. I'll text her and figure out lunch or something. I just have a lot on."

"Need you to make time for her, bud."

"I will," I promised.

"Lecture over," Dad said. "For now."

I chuckled. "Right. I'm gonna grab a beer."

He gave me a chin lift and I made my way out to the kitchen, stalling when I found Teagan laughing at something Razor had just said. "Teagan."

Teagan

"Cash," I said, mimicking his tone as he walked into the kitchen with a frown. "Whatya doin'?"

"I'm gettin' a beer. What are you doin'? I thought you were heading to bed."

"I got bored, so I thought I'd come down and see what kind of fun I could find." I grinned. "I found Razor."

"Nope," Razor said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm no fun and you can be sure to tell Mack I said absolutely not. There will be no talk of fun and me and Teagan in the same breath. No offense to you, sweetheart, but no way in hell. I like my spleen right where it is."

"Chicken," I called as he walked out the door.

"Bok, bok, bok," he called back, and I laughed.

"You were supposed to stay upstairs," Cash whispered as he pulled open the fridge.

"You were taking forever," I whispered back.

"I was gone for less than twenty minutes."

"Which is forever."

"Can't live without me, huh?" he asked, opening his beer.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't let it go to your head."

"Why are you down here, T?"

"I told you."

"You could have texted me and I would have told you I was on my way up."

"I was hungry?"

"Teagan," he warned.

"Okay, fine, I was curious."

He chuckled. "Of course you were."

"Are you going to fill me in?"

"Hey, Teagan," Booker said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hi," I squeaked, spinning as Cash's dad walked in. "How are you, Booker?"

"I'm good, sweetheart, how are you?"

"Good, thanks." I turned to face Cash again and gave him a pointed stare before pasting a smile on my face and turning back to Booker.

"Heard about your big night out," Booker said.

I groaned. "My dad's the worst gossip."

Booker laughed. "I've heard that about him."

"Well, hi there, beautiful people," Gloria's tinny voice sounded as she breezed into the room.

I tried not to show my disdain for her as she walked in. Gloria worked at the club shop and had attached herself much like a barnacle to a ship, or a wannabe succubus, moving her way through the single club men, throwing herself at Cash whenever she had the chance. Sweet butt was too kind a word for her, in my opinion.

"Hey, Glo," Booker said.

"Hey," Cash said.

"Hi," I said. "Well, I'm heading to bed. Goodnight."

I hightailed it upstairs like the coward I was, closing myself into my parents room but texting Cash a list of things I wanted him to bring up when he came. I was grateful I didn't have to wait long for his knock at my door.