The Biker's Fate Chapter 679

One week later, after getting the all-clear from the surgeon to start putting weight on my leg, and after sending Katie the gift certificate for the spa weekend, she finally took my phone call.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"Hey."

"I'm so fuckin' sorry," I breathed out.

"Yes, so your note said with the spa certificate," she said. "Thank you for that, by the way."

"You're welcome."

"I have a really busy day, Razor, so can I help you with something?" she asked.

"No, I just wanted to apologize and see if you wanted to swing by tonight for dinner. Maisie's askin' and I told her I'd call you because I wanted to hear your voice and apologize. Again. And I'll keep apologizing until I can get my arms around you and see your face when you accept it."

"Did Flea really punch you?"

"Yep. Still have the bruise."

"Sorry he did that, buddy."

"I deserved it, sweetheart. I've been treating you like shit and you don't deserve it."

"Well, that's true, but he shouldn't have hit you."

"I needed to pull my head out of my ass. Obviously," I countered.

"Tell Maisie I'd love to come for dinner."

"Okay, great. Six?"

"Six is perfect."

"See you then."

"Okay, Razor. Bye."

We rang off and I smiled, feeling like the weight of the world was finally starting to lift off my shoulders.

Katie arrived just before six, walking back to the family room and immediately hugging me. "Hey, buddy."

I wrapped my good arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Hey yourself."

She leaned back and cupped my chin, frowning. "Ouch. Billy got ya, huh?"

"He's got a mean right hook, your brother."

"Yeah. You're lucky he didn't shoot you. He doesn't miss with guns or fists."

I sighed. "I'm aware."

"I'm going to help Maisie."

"Maisie's got it handled," she countered. "You two visit."

Katie grinned. "You tell me if that changes."

"I will, love."

Katie looked back at me. "You want a beer?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks."

"What did the doctor say about the leg?" she asked as she made her way to the fridge.

"Some pressure is okay. Using the walker a few minutes a day."

"That's great." She handed me the beer and smiled. "Hurts though, huh?"

"Like a mother fucker."

"Well, it's been one day." She sat on the sofa next to me. "It might get a little bit worse before it gets better."

"I know. I just want out of the chair permanently."

"Have you told Waverly about the club yet?"

"Fuck," I hissed. "No."

"How come?"

"She'll bolt if I do."

"Razor, you're not giving her much credit."

I sighed. "She was drugged and gang raped by a couple of Supreme Riders."

"Wait, aren't they that Aryan club?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Jesus," she hissed. "She's amazing."

"Yeah, she is. But she's been very clear about her opinion on bikers, nearly cutting off her best friend because she fell in love with a Howler."

"Shit, seriously? Which one? Was it Rocky? God, Rocky's so hot."

"I don't know." I raised an eyebrow. "Does Flea know you talk like this about Rocky?"

"Flea doesn't know everything about me," she said. "And he doesn't need to know everything, right?"

"Not my business."

"Correct answer." She cocked her head. "So, why are you telling me about Waverly? You don't normally gossip."

I frowned. "You think I'm gossiping?"

"No, that's why I'm asking. This is something big. Something she probably doesn't tell many people, so you would hold her confidence."

I sighed. "I have a feeling that if and when this goes tits up, I'm going to need you."

"You really think she's going to bolt?"

I nodded.

"Razor." She reached over and squeezed my arm. "You've got to tell her, obviously. Don't let her find out on accident, then give her the chance to prove you wrong."

"Yeah. I'll do that as soon as my PT's done."

"Or, maybe sooner?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to risk it."

"I thought I heard your voice," Hatch said, walking into the room and leaning down to kiss Katie's cheek. "How are you, sweetheart?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

He grinned. "Fan-fuckin-tastic, now that Razor's pulled his head outta his ass."

Katie laughed as I flipped him off.

"Katie, would you like some wine?" Maisie asked.

"Yes, please."

The rest of dinner went off without any drama, or other visitors, and I recognized what a lucky son-of-a-bitch I was to have my friend back.