The Biker's Fate Chapter 647

Teagan

SATURDAY WAS DAD'S birthday, so I'd promised my mother I'd help get everything ready at the house for the party that night.

Cash dropped me off, promising he'd be back after he picked up something being delivered to his house. I headed inside, and my parents acted like I hadn't seen them in a year, hugging me for what seemed like an hour.

"Guys, I love you, but I just saw you yesterday."

"That was longer than twenty-four hours ago," Mom said.

Dad hugged me again and I laughed. "I have a gift I want to give you early."

"Oh yeah?" he said.

I nodded, reaching into my bag and pulling it out. "Here."

He raised an eyebrow as he ripped open the meticulous wrapping and unfolded the T-shirt. "Jesus," he hissed before busting out into a deep, belly laugh.

"What does it say?" Mom asked.

He turned it around to reveal, 'Mack's Discount Spleen Removal Service, Free Estimates While you Wait.'

"I'm wearin' this tonight."

I grinned. "I'd hoped you'd say that."

He pulled me in for another hug. "Thanks, baby girl. I love it."

"You're welcome." I turned to my mom. "Okay, what can I help with?"

For the next hour, Mom and I worked in tandem to bake, prep, and cook to get ready for the party until the rest of the old ladies arrived with yet more food, followed closely by Cash.

"What took so long?" I demanded as he walked in.

"I was waitin' on something, and it was late," he said, leaning down to kiss me. "Sorry."

I raised an eyebrow. "Something good?"

"Have a look." He grinned, handing me an open packing envelope. "It's for you."

I pulled the item out, discovering it was a T-shirt and shook it open. "Oh my god."

I couldn't stop a snort as I read it.

'Teagan's Discount Spleen Removal Service, Free Estimates While you Wait (Family Owned and Operated for over Fifty Years).'

"Did you know Dad's literally wearing his right now?"

"Well, you better go put that on then," Cash said.

"Good idea." I shoved the empty packing material at his chest with a nod and rushed to the powder room off the stairs.

I changed faster than I ever had, then found a brush in a drawer to fix my hair. Once I was satisfied I didn't look like a warthog, I headed back to Cash in the foyer.

"You look fuckin' adorable, Turtle."

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

"Thank you, honey, I love it." I gave him a squeeze. "I can't believe you did this. When did you do it?"

"Started planning when you ordered your dad's. I ordered it the day after you ordered his. I was pissed this one took twice as long to get here."

"Yeah, that's not cool." I wrinkled my nose. "Come on, let's go show him."

We headed into the great room where everyone was congregating and I heard Dad say, "Jesus Fuckin' Christ," then he bust out laughing.

"Holy shit!" Grayson said. "I'm gonna need one of those."

My sisters also decided they needed one which Cash promised to order pronto.

"I'm too sweet," Mom said. "I'll pass."

Dad just laughed harder. "Okay, baby, let the delusion continue."

She flipped him off and poured another glass of wine and Dad pulled her in for an R-rated kiss.

The rest of the party was a blast, filled with most of the club. The officers and their wives and kids, along with a few of the members and families. It was a full house, and I loved every second.

Hatch

We pulled into the Zoo's main parking lot to find Warlock and his officers waiting by their bikes. We parked beside them and were barely off our bikes before Warlock came over to greet us personally.

"Hatch, it's been way too fucking long, my man. You look good."

"Thanks," was all I could manage. Here I was about ready to paint my face for battle, and Warlock is acting like we're old war buddies. Which I suppose isn't too far from the truth, but still.

"These your guys, huh?" Warlock asked.

"This is Booker, my VP, Flea, Sergeant at Arms, and Mack—"

"Is one big motherfucker," Warlock said with a smile.

"Yeah," I said.

"Nice to meet you boys. I'm sure some of you know Trunk, Slammer, and Vega."

"We're acquainted," Mack grunted out.

"Good, good," Warlock said, turning back to me. "I'm sure I don't have to ask you if you came heavy?"

"I know the rules," I replied. "You and your crew unarmed?"

Warlock grinned, opening his cut and showing he was weapon free. "As if you'd have to ask. Let's head inside and take a seat and we can talk a little business. I have a proposal that I know will be beneficial to both our clubs."

We walked together to the picnic area and grabbed a bench large enough to accommodate both clubs. One on each side of the bench. The area was mostly empty except for a group celebrating Braydon's 8th birthday according to the banner and balloons, and a janitor eating his lunch.

"Nice place you've picked for us," Warlock said. "Maybe I'll go visit the monkeys after we're done with our chat."

"Is that what this is? A friendly chat?" I asked.

"Absolutely. Why should it be anything but?"

"Oh, I don't know. One could imagine that I might be a bit sore over the fact that the Spiders bombed one of our buildings, almost killing two of my people. Or that you've been putting the squeeze on businesses under the protection of my club. Or that you're terrorizing children in my town."

"Our town, old friend. Don't forget. We share Portland."

"If I'm not mistaken, your cut reads 'Gresham Spiders.'"

"The greater Portland metro area is implied," Warlock said.

"Is that so? And what about the Burning Saints? What do they have to say about your co-ownership of Portland?"

For the first time, Warlock's smile dropped. "Don't worry your pretty, long-haired head about them. I'll deal with the 'Burning Taints' when the time comes. As for the unfortunate accident your property sustained, and my recent administrative work with some of the local businesses I have interest in, let's just say that I hope that will all be water under the bridge once you hear my proposal."