The Biker's Fate Chapter 672

Waverly

Two nights later, I climbed into bed, my mind still spinning after getting off the phone with the Denver District Attorney. He'd called me with the news that 'Cupid' had a trial date, and that Fisk had been mutilated. Of course, I'd rather ungraciously informed him the information was too little too late. I mean, Fisk had been emasculated weeks ago, and Cupid's arrest happened years ago. What happened to a speedy trial? In my opinion, this bastard should have been on the phone with me a hell of a lot sooner than two days ago.

In the end, his apologies fell on deaf ears because I was just over all of it, but I gave him a hollow thank you and ended the call. Now, I was sitting in bed, rehashing the conversation and wishing I wasn't alone.

It didn't matter that Cupid was in jail. I still didn't feel safe.

I'm not sure how long I stared at my phone charging on my nightstand, but after the third time the wind slammed a tree branch into the side of my house, I grabbed it and made the dumbest call ever.

"Hello?"

"Um, Gio? Hi. It's Waverly."

"Hey. You okay?"

I sighed. "Honestly? Not really."

"What's goin' on?"

"I just feel a little unsettled. It's dumb. I should feel great after this guy got arrested, but I don't."

"Okay, what changed?"

I filled him in on my conversation with the DA, and Gio let out a quiet hum.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"The guy sounds like a typical overworked, underpaid government employee," he said.

I sighed. "Well, there is that."

"It's good he's got you on his radar now, though, right?" he said. "He'll make sure to keep you updated if shit goes down."

I nodded.

"You're still tweaked though, huh?"

"Yes," I rasped. "I wish every biker in every one of these gangs could be eliminated."

"Not every biker's like them," Gio said.

"Please don't start spouting that crap," I breathed out. "My best friend fell in love with some biker in Colorado, and I nearly cut ties with her. I'm just hoping she'll dump him eventually, because I'll never, ever meet him or have anything to do with him and his stupid Howlers." I huffed. "What a dumb name for a club. Primal Howlers. God! So original."

Gio started to cough, and I frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. Water down the wrong pipe," he said.

"Oh, okay."

"You want me to come over?"

I let out a snort. "Even if you could walk, I'd say no."

He chuckled. "Liar."

"Well, I'd want to say no."

"Lying again, beautiful."

"Okay, I should want to say no."

"Why?"

"I'm not going down that rabbit hole again." I smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good. Maisie made me take some pain meds, so it's helping with the pain."

"Good. You're in the clinic on Monday, right?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Long time to wait to see you. You wanna come here tomorrow for dinner?"

"Um, I don't know if that would be a good idea."

"Can't get to know each other if we don't see each other."

"Are Connor and Maisie okay with me coming over?"

"Yeah."

"Did you ask them?"

He chuckled again. "I don't need to ask them. They're good."

"I don't want to intrude."

"Six?"

"Gio, I want you to ask them and then I will let you know," I stressed.

"Hold on." I heard him swear, then the phone went silent for a few seconds.

I thought he might have hung up on me, but I glanced at the screen, and we were still connected, so I deduced he must have muted me.

"I'm back," he said. "Maisie said you're welcome for dinner."

"You didn't wake her to ask her that, did you?"

"No. She and, ah, Connor are night owls."

I bit my lip. "Okay, that sounds really nice. I'm not off until five, though, so is six-thirty okay?"

"Yeah, that'll be fine."

"What am I going to do with you?" I wondered out loud.

"You're gonna get to know me and have a blast doin' it," he retorted.

"I hope you're right."

"I'm always right."

I laughed. "Oh, really?"

"Absolutely. The sooner you figure that out, the happier you'll be."

"Good to know."

"You feelin' better?"

I grinned. "I am, actually."

"Glad to hear it."

"Is it okay that I called?" I asked.

"Yeah, of course. If you need to call me back, you call me back, okay?"

"Maybe."

"Don't play hard to get now, beautiful. Just call me if you're feelin' scared."

"I'm not playing hard to get, Gio. I am hard to get."

He chuckled. "Okay, that's fair. As you should be. But, still. Call me if you're feelin' off. Got it?"

"Okay, I'll call you if I'm feeling off."

"Good. I'm gonna let you go."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Anytime."

We rang off and I slid under the blankets feeling a hell of a lot more settled than I had in weeks.

Razor

After disconnecting with Waverly, I called Brian. He was young, barely eighteen, and our newest prospect. He was a good kid, and Hatch had taken him on the second he graduated high school.

"Hey, Razor."

"Hey, brother, everything good over there?" I asked.

Brian was the recruit we had keeping an eye on Waverly, and he was currently parked outside her building, making sure she was safe.

"Yeah, man, she just shut off all her lights, and no one has come in or out. All quiet."

"Great. Thanks. I think Hatch has someone relieving you in an hour."

"Yeah, he told me."

"Okay, let us know if you see anything concerning," I said.

"Will do."

After hanging up with him, I couldn't fight the muscle relaxers and pain killers anymore and let sleep take me.

Razor

"Fuck," Hatch hissed. "Her best friend's a Howler old lady?"

We were currently sitting in the great room, beers in hand, while Maisie prepped dinner.

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm not sure if she's an old lady but it sounded like more than just shackin' up. Waverly didn't give me any names, so I have no fuckin' idea which one of them she's with, or what her friend's name is, but yeah, Waverly's fuckin' tweaked about the whole thing. Maybe Sundance would know more."

Hatch frowned. "Not sure we wanna get a club president too involved in your love life."

"Okay, but maybe he knows more about this Cupid asshole. You could ask him. You know, president to president."

"To what end, Razor? The cops have this guy in custody. What exactly do you expect him to do?"

"Just 'cause he's locked up now doesn't mean he's gonna stay that way. You know how easy it is for lawyers to get these guys back on the streets."

"Let's suppose this guy makes bail. What are you gonna do? Pop him on the jailhouse steps? Are you forgetting you can't fuckin' walk, nor can you maneuver an airport in order to get on a plane to Colorado? Not to mention the fact you'll need to go on the run from the law. Which is what you'd end up having to do. 'Cause the club ain't backin' you in an unsanctioned hit."

I threw my good arm in the air. "So what the fuck am I supposed to do? Trust the system? Trust that these animals aren't gonna find Waverly and fuck with her again?"

"She's not your responsibility, brother. I think you're fucked up from what the Spiders did to you and that your attraction to her is somehow mixed up in all of that trauma."

"This isn't some kind of fucked up trauma bond, Hatch," I growled. "I think I'm falling in love with her, man. I want to make sure nothing bad ever happens to her again."

Hatch dragged his hands down his face. "You can't do that. None of us can fully protect the ones we love. It's a hard fuckin' fact of life that every man has to face, once he finds someone he cares about more than himself."

"I'll cool my jets if you make me a promise."

"What?"

"Should Cupid hit the streets, we have eyes on him at all times. And if he steps within a fifty-mile radius of Waverly, we take him out."

Hatch sighed. "I can't promise you that, but the Dogs will keep Waverly safe until we know Cupid's put away for a long time. Good enough?"

I nodded. "Good enough."

"But you gotta promise me you're gonna downshift before your burn out."

"I'm workin' on it."

"Good." He rose to his feet. "Now, I need to help my woman with dinner, but first I need to cover my bike because apparently, we have to erase all evidence of club life."