The Biker's Fate Chapter 657

Someone pounding on my door brought me back to the present.

"Gio!"

Fuck. Angelica.

My big sister, and all-around pain in my ass. There were five of us. Four girls, and me. The baby. To say I was doted on… and smothered… was an understatement, with Angelica leading the pack right behind our mother.

"Gio, I'm coming in," she called, and I heard the key in the lock.

"Fuck," I hissed.

"Oh my god!" she squealed, then she was suddenly standing over me. "What the hell happened?"

"What the fuck, bro?"

This came from Cash who was now rushing into the room, his boots hitting hard against the old linoleum and I groaned at the impending shit show.

"Why is my brother on the floor?" Angelica demanded.

"I don't know, Margo," he snarled, suddenly appearing above me as well. I would have laughed, considering Christmas Vacation was our favorite movie, but this seriously wasn't the fucking time. "Why the fuck are you on the floor, Razor? You were supposed to keep your ass in the chair while I ran and got food. I was gone fifteen minutes. Tops."

"I had to piss," I bit out.

"So what? You fuckin' hold it," Cash snapped. "How did you even manage to use that walker with only one working arm?"

"Not well!" I growled. "Which is the reason I'm on the goddammed floor."

"You just had surgery, Gio," my sister said. "You can't be up and moving around by yourself yet."

"I'm aware."

Cash sighed. "Let me put this food down and I'll help you up."

Before he could do that, another voice entered the fray.

"What the heck happened?" Katie demanded.

Katie was Flea's sister, who had been a registered nurse for years, but went back to school to become a Physician's Assistant, and she now worked in private practice with Gina, the wife of Clutch, the VP of the Burning Saints. Flea was one of my best friends, but that didn't mean I wanted his sister all up in my business.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ."

I groaned. This was the voice of my club president, Hatch.

"Why the hell is Razor on the floor?" he bellowed.

"He fell when he got up to pee," Cash said. "Unsanctioned because he was supposed to keep his ass in the chair while I grabbed food."

"He's not supposed to be alone, Cash."

"I was gone less than fifteen minutes. I made sure he had everything he needed before I left. He was supposed to stay put."

All of a sudden, I was looking up at Hatch's wife, Maisie. "Hello, darling."

She was sweet, she was gorgeous, she was British, and the fact she was seeing me flat on my back was humiliating.

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Hey, Maisie."

"Did you do anymore damage when you fell, love?"

"I don't think so."

"Right, you're coming home with us."

"What?" I rasped.

"You clearly cannot be left alone," she said. "And I'm not okay with one of my boys hurting. We have plenty of space, we have a room on the first floor that's perfect with an en-suite, and I'm home all day with nothing to do, which means, I can take care of you."

Hatch let out a quiet grunt. "Sunshine—"

"If anything other than, 'Yeah, baby, you're right. Razor needs to come home with us,' is about to come out of that sexy mouth of yours, husband, then shut it."

If I hadn't been in so much pain, I would have laughed, especially when she did a spot-on impression of him, deepening her voice and adopting a rather impressive American accent to boot.

Maisie hunkered down beside me. "Unless, you'd rather be with your mum, darling, but I really think you need to be with your family. People who can take care of you. At least until you're well enough to be on your own."

"He can't go to our mom's," Angelica piped in. "She lives in a split level with more stairs than Machu Picchu. It was great for us as kids, but Gio can't navigate—"

"Okay enough about what I can't do," I hissed.

"Let's get him up," Cash said, and the women stepped aside so Hatch and Cash could lift me up.

"Watch his shoulder," Katie warned as she guided my walker in front of me.

Hatch and Cash lifted me to my feet, a herculean task, considering the Spiders that had fucked me up had broken my femur, fibula, and tibia on my right leg, dislocated my left shoulder and wrist, not to mention, given me one hell of a concussion and three broken ribs. Three long and intensive surgeries later, my leg was 'fixed,' but I was going to have to wear a cast for the next two months and physical therapy would start as soon as the cast came off.

My bike was and would remain stored at the club for the foreseeable future.

Fuck my life.

Waverly

I walked into my condo after a long day at work and dropped my keys into the dish on the console by the front door. After hanging up my jacket and setting my purse next to my keys, I headed into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine as I heated up leftovers.

Flipping on the television for background noise, I nearly dropped my glass when a familiar name and face popped up on the screen. I turned up the volume and fought back the bile threatening to spill.

"…in national news, we bring you a story intended for mature viewers only. A high-ranking member of the notorious Aryan Motorcycle Club, the Supreme Riders, Delbert "Boneyard" Fisk was admitted to Lakewood County Hospital near Denver, Colorado, on Friday, having sustained life-threatening injuries. Fisk was found by a passing motorist who spotted him on a nearby road. According to doctors, Fisk's genitals had been completely removed by an as of yet unidentified person or persons. Law enforcement is asking anyone who has information to contact the Denver Police Department. Fisk has a long criminal record including charges for assault with a deadly weapon, false imprisonment, sexual assault, but had somehow failed to serve any serious jail time. Both Denver PD and federal law-enforcement had long suspected Fisk to be the head of an international weapons trafficking enterprise but neither had been able to convict him on any charges. At this time, there are no suspects and the motive remains unclear. In local news, the annual Rose Festival…"

I changed the channel and stood frozen in place for what seemed like forever. I didn't know how to feel, to be honest. One of the men who'd drugged and raped me was now a eunuch?

Good.

But also, too little too late.