The Biker's Fate Chapter 661

"But we just got here," Frankie whined.

"Francesca," Mom warned.

"You didn't get the answer you were looking for, hm?" I asked.

I was a dick for asking, especially with the tone I was using, but I couldn't resist the little dig.

"This is not over," Mom hissed, jabbing a finger toward me.

"Maybe you should think about dropping it, Mamma. Otherwise, it really will never be over." I cocked my head. "Don't make me choose between you and the club."

Four feminine gasps filled the space. And I say four, because Maisie had walked in without me noticing.

"Razor!" Maisie admonished.

"Fuck," I breathed out.

Mom's eyes filled with tears as she slid her purse over her arm, giving me a look that could kill before storming out of the house.

Angelica followed suit, while Francesca sighed, leaning down to kiss my cheek. "You're a dumbass. I love you but you're a fucking idiot and you know it. At some point, you'll figure it out and have to come crawling back, but this time it's going to cost you a lot more than your pride."

With that, she thanked Maisie and walked out the door.

I dragged a hand down my face and sank deeper into my chair.

"Not good, darling," Maisie said.

"Well, she needs to understand that I will not give up the club." I met her eyes. "She's trying to get Hatch involved like I'm an errant child unable to make my own decisions. She's out of line."

Maisie gave me a sad smile. "She's a mother who has lost her husband and thought she might lose her child."

"She didn't lose me," I grumbled.

"She doesn't know that, Razor. Give her some grace." Hatch walked in but Maisie wasn't done with her motherly lecture. She cupped my chin. "And trust that your president has your back."

Kissing her man, she left us alone and Hatch sat in the chair across from me.

"What'd my mom want?" I asked.

Hatch leaned forward, setting his elbows on his knees. "Before we get into that, I need some assurances from you."

"What kind of assurances?"

"The kind that entails giving your mother more fuckin' respect."

"Hatch—"

"I don't wanna fuckin' hear it, kid," he snapped. "Outside of the fact she's your goddammed mother, she's been through it over the years, and she's earned it."

"Doesn't excuse her—"

"It excuses all manner of things, Razor," Hatch argued.

"She wants me out, Hatch!" I snapped.

"And you seem to forget she doesn't have the power to get you out."

"Well, she has the power to make me miserable until I die."

"Doesn't have the power to do that either." He raised an eyebrow. "Only you do, brother."

"What did she say to you?"

"I won't betray her confidence." He sighed. "But you're right, she wants you out."

"Goddamn it!"

"I'm not releasin' you," Hatch assured. "Unless you want it."

"I don't."

He smirked. "I know."

"I want these fuckers who did this to me dead," I snarled.

"Right now, I want you to focus on healing your body. And gettin' your head right. I will take care of the fuckers who did this to you. I will also handle your mother. But you need to apologize to her and cut her a fuckin' break."

"I want to help dealing with the Spiders."

"No."

"What the fuck, Hatch? You can't cut me out—"

"I can do whatever the fuck I wanna do. I'm your goddammed president."

I scowled at him. "This is bullshit."

"Look, I get that you want to take care of this, but you can't right now. Literally, brother. You need to heal. As soon as you have your leg back to fighting shape, I'll read you in. Deal?"

I scowled at him for a few more seconds before giving him a curt nod. "Yeah, fine."

"Oh, thank you, benevolent one."

"Now, about going out without wearing my colors."

"Not rehashing that," Hatch said. "Katie will pick you up on Thursday and take you to your first appointment. You'll be nice. And not my version of nice. Maisie's version of nice. On second thought, I want you Sadie's version of nice."

"What the hell, man? You gotta invoke the name of a nun? Like I can compete with the goodness of a holy sister."

"Technically, she's an ex-holy sister," he corrected.

Sadie had in fact been a nun when she'd met and fallen in love with Ryder Carsen. He was the son of the ex-president of the Gresham Spiders, but we didn't hold that against him, considering he'd had our club's back from the beginning and continued to do so, even though he refused to patch in.

"Whatever, Hatch. You brought her up." I sighed. "But I get it, okay? I'll be a goddamn ray of sunshine, emitting puppies, rainbows, and maybe a few Skittles if I can't hold back a fart."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." Hatch chuckled. "You got a couple hours to nap before dinner, so take advantage. You're due for meds. You want them now?"

I nodded, and he got them for me before leaving me to sleep.