The Biker's Fate Chapter 685

Razor

Saturday, Cash picked me up for family night at the club. I wasn't in much of a get-together mood, but Hatch had insisted, so I got my ass ready.

"Hey, brother," he said, after letting himself into my apartment.

"Hey yourself."

"You look… ah… clean."

I smirked. "Took a shower yesterday. My family came over and did a deep clean of my place."

"Your family's awesome."

"Yeah, they are."

"Are you ready?"

I nodded. "Grab the beer out of my fridge, yeah?"

Cash nodded, then we headed out. I had to use my walker since I'd abandoned my physical therapy. My shoulder wasn't strong enough for me to use crutches, so we made our way to the elevator and rode it down to Cash's truck. He helped me in, and then we drove to the club.

The second we walked in the door, I was surrounded by club women.

And my sisters.

"Razor!" Katie wrapped her arms around me. "You look, um, good."

"Liar," I said with a chuckle.

"Well, we can talk about that another time," she threatened. "I'm just glad you're here."

"Come, sit," Teagan, Cash's wife, ordered.

"Do you want food?" Frankie asked. "I can make you a plate."

"I'll grab you a beer," Katie offered.

"Jesus, are we all coddling the baby?" Angelica admonished.

"Yes, Angel," Bianca said. "We're all coddling the baby. Go find someone else to boss around."

Angelica grinned, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Good to see you up and hobbling, birbante."

I laughed and made my way further into the great room, sitting on the sofa as the women waited on me. I could seriously get used to this.

I was working on my second piece of pie when my phone buzzed in my pocket, so I slid it out and frowned. I wasn't sure I was reading the screen right.

"Hello?"

"Um, Gio?"

"Yeah."

"Hi, it's Waverly."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "I see that."

"How are you?"

"Nope. We're not doin' that. What do you need?" I asked.

"Can we talk? Maybe meet somewhere?"

"Why?"

"Right, you're going to make me work for this, aren't you?" she breathed out.

"Work for what, exactly?"

"I want to apologize."

"Yeah? You do?"

"Yes, I do. Will you let me do that?"

"No."

"Oh, okay. That's fair. I'm really sorry. I'll let you go—"

"I'm kidding, Fizzy."

"Oh my god."

There were muffled sounds in the background, and I frowned. "Are you crying?"

"Yes. Sorry. I had planned to be tough, but I'm losing the battle with my emotions right now."

"Shit. Baby, I'm sorry. Where are you?"

"I'm at home. It's okay. I just need to take a few deep breaths and calm down. Can I call you back?"

She hung up and I glanced around the room. "One of you women needs to stop stuffing food in my face and stuff me into one of your cars."

"What's going on?" Katie asked.

"I need to get to Waverly's place. Pronto."

"Everything okay?"

I grinned. "She wants to make up."

A series of feminine voices squealed in excitement.

Katie clapped her hands. "Let me grab my purse."

"How much have you had to drink?" Angelica asked.

"Two glasses of wine."

"You can't drive my brother around tipsy."

"That's Italian sober," I retorted.

Angelica rolled her eyes. "I'll take you, I haven't had any."

I sighed. "Can you drop me off and not interfere?"

"When have I ever interfered?"

"High school wrestling when he got that point taken away," Bianca said.

"Oh, that girl that lied about him peeping on her in the locker room when he was with us at the restaurant," Frankie added. "All because he said he wouldn't go to the dance with her."

"When Mom said he wasn't allowed those cookies before dinner and you slipped him two," Azzura said.

"You saw that?" Angelica asked.

"I see everything," she sassed.

"That time—"

"Okay, okay, enough." Angelica held up her hands. "I won't interfere."

"I'll come with and navigate," Katie said.

"You don't have to do that," I said.

"I'm not missing this for the world."

I followed the women out to my sister's car, and they helped me inside.