The Biker's Fate Chapter 626

Teagan

I was about to set my bowl into the dishwasher when my phone buzzed and saw Cash's name pop up on my screen. I answered immediately. "Hey."

"Hey, baby. Get ready."

"For what?"

He filled me in on his conversation with my dad and I let out a frustrated groan.

"I thought we were going to talk to him together."

"Yeah, well, your dad wanted me to watch you this week and I didn't want to lie to him anymore. There was also the fact everyone kept saying the longer I waited the worse the beating was gonna get."

"Teagan Elizabeth Reed!" my father bellowed followed by the front door slamming.

"He's here," I breathed out. "I'll call you later."

"Okay, Turtle. Love you."

"Same."

"Teagan?" Dad bellowed again.

I hung up and closed the dishwasher, then made my way to the foyer. "Yes, father of my heart?"

"Take it down a notch, butthead," Mom said.

Back in the olden days, when my parents were dating, Dad had called her his Pixie in Distress, or PID, so she'd come up with butthead, which apparently meant boyfriend using tongue to help excite and delight. When us kids had found out that little nugget, we'd all been thoroughly disgusted, but it did seem to help calm my dad down when he was on edge.

Dad scowled as he faced her. "Do you know what's going on?"

"Yes." She slid her hand up his chest. "Do you want to have a little chat before you bring down the hammer?"

He squeezed her hand. "I think I'd like to discuss with my daughter why she felt it was a good idea to lie to me for the past three months."

"It wasn't a lie, Daddy," I countered. "It just wasn't really any of your business."

His nostrils flared as he scowled again and took a deep breath. "You don't think I should know the man who's watchin' my daughter is pervin' on her?"

I scoffed. "He wasn't perving on me, Dad. He was totally respectful. I was actually the one who made the first, second, and third move. It took him forever to sit down and discuss us having something romantic. And I asked him to keep it between us because I wanted to make sure it was something that would last before we made it public."

"The boy seems to think he's in love with you."

"Well, you raised a kick-ass daughter, Dad. Of course he is," I sassed.

"Teagan," he growled.

"Are you objecting to this because it's Cash, a Dog, or just a man in general?" I challenged. "Because I love him like crazy, so please don't make me choose."

"Baby girl, that's a step too far," Mom warned.

I sighed. "Sorry."

The sound of Harley pipes grew louder and then shut off and my father's face reddened. The doorbell pealed and Dad practically ripped the door off the hinges as he pulled it open. "Had a feelin' you'd be stoppin' by."

I bit my lip as the porch light illuminated Cash's worried face as he met my eyes. "You good?"

"She's good, Cash," Dad bit out.

He bristled as he focused on my father. "I'd like to hear it from her, Mack."

"Are you going to make him stand outside?" I challenged.

"Come in, honey," Mom said, and pulled Dad from the doorway.

Cash stepped inside and held his hand out to me, which I took. He pulled me against him. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Dad, am I okay?" I looked up at my raging father. "More importantly. Are we okay?"

His hands fisted at his sides as he glared at Cash. "If you hurt her, I will remove your fuckin' testicles." He turned to me. "If you cry, even once over him, he'll be a fuckin' eunuch, got it?"

I nodded.

"Let's go get you a beer, baby," Mom suggested.

Dad let out a low growl in his throat.

"Or whiskey," she corrected, wrapping her arms around his bicep, and pulling him away. "Whiskey might be better."

I faced Cash, sliding my hands under his cut and up his back. "Hi."

"Hey, baby." He leaned down to kiss me. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yes." I smiled up at him. "I'm better now, though."

"You wanna spend the weekend at my place?"

"Um, hells yes."

He squeezed my butt. "Okay, pack a bag and bring it to work with you tomorrow. You can follow me home."

"Do you want to stay for a bit and make out?"

"I'd love to, but I'm gonna go." He chuckled. "Let's not poke the bear anymore than we have, huh?"

"Fine." I wrinkled my nose. "We can sext, though, right?"

"Not puttin' that shit in writing, Turtle."

I giggled. "Kidding."

"Okay, I gotta go," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"You better keep me naked and well-fucked all weekend."

"Jesus, Teagan, keep your voice down. Do you want your dad to kill me?"

I grinned, squeezing him tight. "I just don't want you to forget your duties."

He chuckled. "I'm well aware of my duties, Turtle, and I'll keep you well satiated, don't you worry."

"Okay, I'll let you go. Text me when you get home."

"I will."

With one last kiss, he walked out the door which I locked before heading down the hall and into the kitchen. I passed Grayson who was in the family room, playing some hockey video game, headphones on, his face pinched tight in concentration.

Dad sat at the island with a glass of whiskey in front of him and the bottle not far from reach. "Hi."

He met my eyes. "Hey."

"Where's Mom?"

"Upstairs."

I leaned a hip against the granite. "Are you super mad?"

"No, baby, not mad," he said with a sigh. "Just realizing my baby's growin' up. Don't like it."

"Daddy, I'm still your little girl. Just like Harper and Huxley. And even Grayson when he's being a little bitch. Just because we're 'of age' doesn't mean we still don't need you and won't continue to." I smiled. "Especially, Gray, you know, 'cause he's kind of a little bitch."

"I'm right here," my brother droned, stalking into the kitchen, and pulling open the fridge.

"Why do you think I said it?"

"Did you work out your shit and accept Cash into the family yet?" Gray asked, grabbing a root beer, and popping the top.

One of the things I loved the most about my brother is that he could take whatever shit I gave him, but he always had my back in the end.

"That's a question for you, Dad," I said.

"Give us a minute, bud," Dad said to Gray, and he walked out of the room. Dad reached out his hand and I moved closer so he could pull me in for a hug. "You love this boy?"

"This man? Yes. With all of my heart."

"You had to go and pick the gruff one, huh?" he said with a sigh.

I hugged his neck. "Some might even say I picked one just like my dad."

He let out a grunt.

"You know Cash, Daddy, so you know he's a quality human, right?"

"Yeah, baby, I do know that."

I cocked my head. "And you raised me, and you always say you didn't raise no dummy, right?"

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"He's a member of your club, Daddy. Your best friend's son. A brother. He's the man you trust most with me. The one you have asked to watch over me when there's trouble. The first person you turn to when I need protecting if you can't do it yourself. Over and above any of your brothers, you always choose Cash. Because you know Cash would go to the ends of the earth to protect me even if it means going toe-to-toe with you"—I sighed—"and protecting me from myself sometimes."

He let out another grunt. "Goddammit, Teagan, are you sure you wanna give up the law?"

"Just answer the question, counselor."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," he grumbled.

"Exactly, so if you know Cash is the second greatest man on earth… you being the greatest, of course… and you didn't raise no dummy, then you can't possibly object." I raised my hands in victory and did a twirl. "I rest my case."

Dad chuckled, sliding off the stool and pulling me in for a hug. "Jesus, baby girl, I love you to Jupiter and back."

"I know." I squeezed him hard. "Me too."

"Damn, that took forever," Grayson said, crashing our hug fest as he wrapped his arms around both of us. "I wasn't sure if I was going to have to be a character witness for Cash."

"Yeah, me too," Mom jumped in.

"Why the fuck is no one around here afraid of me?" Dad growled.

"Because you're our butthead, baby," Mom said.

Gray started gagging. "No, oh god, no."

We dissolved into laughter as Dad pulled Mom into his arms and all was right with the world again.