The Biker's Fate Chapter 665

Razor

THE MOMENT KATIE wheeled me out of the building she started in on me. "What the hell was that?"

"What?" I asked, knowing damn well what she meant.

"Duh, m…m…my name's Gio. Der, and I think you are p…p…pretty. Duh, and I want to be on you."

I groaned. "Do we really have to do this?"

"In all my years, I've never seen lovestruck Gio before, and my lord is he a hot mess," she teased. "You were like a lost puppy. I swear, I thought I was going to have to put down newspaper on the floor."

"I can't help that the physio and I have chemistry," I said, as we reached the car.

Katie laughed. "That woman would have chemistry with a bowling ball. She's pretty well near perfect as far as I can see. You, on the other hand, are a raging dumpster fire with way too many personal and club issues to deal with right now. You don't have time to spend any amount of time chasing after a woman who is clearly out of your league."

I craned my head to glare at her. "It's these kinds of talks I've come to look forward to the most in our relationship."

"You know I'm right." She set the brake on the wheelchair. "Besides, she doesn't even know the real you. She hasn't met Razor, and she never will."

Katie opened the door and carefully guided me into the passenger seat of her car. It was bad enough riding in a cage, but to be stuck riding shotgun was almost too much to bear.

"Let me ask you something," I said, as Katie buckled my seatbelt. "Have all the women in my life always been this fucking bossy or did you all start a gang up on Razor club when I was in the hospital?"

She shrugged. "You have a lot of people who care about you."

"Well, how about you care about me a little fucking less. Huh?" I snapped before slamming the car door shut. After a few tense moments, Katie climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.

"That was a strange thing to say to a woman who's spent most of her day looking after you," Kaite bit out. "Maybe I'll just roll you to the nearest bus stop and you can get your own damn self home."

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I know you're only trying to help. I mean, you are helping, and I really fucking appreciate it. I'm just not used to needing anybody's help, you know? I'm comfortable calling my own shots. Living as freely as possible."

Katie chuckled. "You guys crack me up. You know that?"

"What did I say that was so fucking funny?"

"All you Dogs are the same. Every club member talks as if he's a lone wolf, alpha male. Free from the shackles of society, and yet you all dress the same, talk the same, and think the same. If some civilian tells you do something, you tell them to eat shit, but if an officer of the club told you to jump off a building, your only question would be from what floor."

I shook my head. "Non-members can never tell the difference between abiding by society's rules and club rules."

"Maybe it's you who doesn't understand," she snapped back. "And I may not be a member, but as long as my brother is, I'm family. A position I've earned through my loyalty to the club, by the way. And do I need to remind you he's a fucking officer?"

We drove in silence for the rest of the trip home. Me only breaking it once we'd pulled up to Hatch's place.

"Katie, I'm sorry. Of course, you're family and I love you like you're my own sister, probably more, but being told what I can and cannot do is pegging my needle into the red. I really feel like I'm gonna crack up if I don't get out of this cast and get my ass back on a bike."

"I'm sorry, too. But I am concerned that you're not taking your recovery and rehab seriously enough. And you getting physical with your physical therapist is the last thing that should be on your mind."

Of course, Katie was one hundred percent right, but the truth of the matter was, I was going to ignore one hundred percent of what she said. Waverly would most certainly be a distraction, but she'd be a distraction of my choosing.