The Biker's Fate Chapter 625

Teagan

CASH AND I had planned to talk to my dad after church on Wednesday, but Hatch locked the meeting down to officers only, so I was forced to stay home while Cash had to be at the club 'in case they needed anything.'

After dinner, I closed myself into my room, not wanting my mother to ask questions. Questions like, 'why are you wearing a hole in the floor?' or 'why is your hair falling out?' or 'why have you bitten three of your fingernails to the quick?' Of course, the worst would be 'why are you talking to yourself?' and more importantly, 'why are you answering yourself?'

I flopped onto my bed and stared at my phone, telepathically willing Cash to send me some kind of text that let me know he was okay.

My mother knocked on my door about thirty minutes into my self-induced exile.

"Can I come in?"

"Oh, sure," I droned from my place on the floor, back against my bed. "Welcome to the crazy train," I said.

"Toot toot," she said sitting beside me, and settling one ankle over the other. "You didn't want dessert?"

"I'm fine."

"Baby, it's chocolate lava cake with vanilla bean ice-cream."

My mouth watered. "I'm good."

"And homemade whipped cream."

I shrugged. "I don't need the calories."

"Okay, now I know you're hiding."

I stared at the floor. "What do you mean?"

She wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Oh, my sweet, sweet, beautiful girl. You have always had the worst poker face."

I decided it would probably behoove me to shut my mouth at this juncture because she was right about my inability to keep my thoughts from my face, but I was also smart enough not to give up information too soon.

"Hmm, no questions?" Mom mused. "So unlike you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Would you like me to tell you what I know?"

"Feel free," I muttered.

"Once upon a time, there was the prettiest little girl in the world, and she fell in love with a grumpy biker who just happened to be her best friend's big brother."

I bristled under her touch, but still said nothing.

"Oh, she was good at acting like she hated him, gave this grumpy man as good as she got, but ultimately she brought him to his knees, and he fell head over heels in love with her as well."

"Cool story, bro."

"And the way he looked at my little girl when he thought no one else was looking." She gave me a gentle squeeze. "Well, that was a wonder. Something that makes a mama's heart skip a beat."

I lost my battle with my emotions then, bursting into tears and folding myself into my mother's welcoming arms. She held me as I sobbed into her shoulder, all of my worries soaking her shirt. The thing about a mother's love, though, is in its magic and I found it to be the soothing balm I needed.

Until I came to my senses, that is. "Shit," I hissed.

"What, baby?"

"Does Dad know?"

She chuckled. "I haven't talked to him about it, so I don't know what he knows or suspects."

"Is he going to kill him when he finds out?" I rasped.

"No."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I will make sure he doesn't," she promised. "But, you need to tell him what's going on before someone in the club does."

"I know." I let out a huff. "Those guys are the worst gossips."

"Amen, sister." She gave me another squeeze. "Now, come down and get some dessert."

I grinned. "You don't have to tell me twice."

We hauled our butts off the floor and headed downstairs.

Cash

"Why the hell are you so amped?" Archer asked, squeezing my shoulder as I dropped my ass onto a stool next to him at the bar. I'd been pacing the great room for about an hour while the officers met for church.

"Need to talk to Mack."

"About…?"

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Fuck," he hissed. "You sure?"

"Yeah, brother, I'm sure."

"Razor!" Archer called, rapping his knuckles on the wood. "Dos tequilas. STAT."

Just as Razor poured us each a shot, the meeting broke up and I heard my name called. Mack waved me over and Archer slapped my back. "I'm not leavin' until you do."

"Thanks, brother," I said, taking my shot then following Mack down the hall to his office.

He closed the door behind me and waved to the chair facing his desk.

"Got a few things comin' down the pike this week, so I need you to keep an eye on Teagan."

I nodded as I took a seat. "I can do that, but I think before I commit to anything, I need to tell you something."

Mack raised an eyebrow, lowering himself into his chair. "What do you need to tell me, Cash?"

I took a deep breath and ran my hands through my hair. "I'm in love with your daughter."

"What do you mean you're in love with my daughter?"

"I'm in love with her Mack."

"What the fuck, Cash? We have been very clear about the Wolfpack."

"I get it," I said. "It's not like we planned it, but as I'm sure you're very aware, Teagan's amazing and it just sort of happened."

"And where does she stand in all this?"

"Teagan feels the same."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Three months."

He stood, settling his fists on the desk. "Are you telling me I sent my daughter into the lion's den?"

"No," I said. "Of course not. None of this was intentional."

"You should have come to me immediately."

I sighed. "She asked me not to."

"And why the hell would she ask you to do that?"

"Because she was afraid you'd remove my spleen with a spoon."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Get the fuck out of my office."

"Mack—"

"Now!" he bellowed.

I stood, heading back down the hall, sliding my phone out of my pocket as I went.