The Biker's Fate Chapter 687

"Sorry." I said with a sigh. "I'm just having a hard time separating what happened to me with your club."

"If you'd been attacked by a mailman, would you associate it with every mail carrier?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

He gave me a gentle smile. "I'm gonna do everything I can to help you get past this. But you're gonna have to meet me at least some of the way."

I nodded. "I can do that."

"Good."

"So, how much danger are you in?"

"Right now, things have calmed down a little, but I did get chewed out for wearing my cut to that damn grocery store. Not just by you. We're still supposed to be keeping a low profile, but I felt so good to be back in my colors, I kind of forgot to take off the cut when I left the club."

"Forgot?" I raised an eyebrow. "Or thought you might push the boundaries a little?"

He smirked. "Yeah, probably that too."

I took a deep breath and met his eyes. "Have you had someone following me?"

He frowned. "Did you clock them?"

"What do you mean, did I clock them?" I demanded. "Has someone been watching me?"

"Yeah. One of our prospects. Brian. He's been makin' sure you get to and from work, and sits on your place at night. He switches out with Grip if he's wiped out, but for the most part, it's Brian." Gio frowned. "Did he scare you, baby, because—"

"I didn't even know he was there," I admitted.

"Then how the hell did you know you were being followed?"

"I didn't. Lennon mentioned you might 'put someone on me,' but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so I thought I'd ask."

"He's gonna keep doin' it, Waverly, so be prepared. I'll introduce you so you know who he is, but I want to make sure you're covered in case the Spiders or anyone else comes at you."

"A normal person would freak out, you know? I should freak out."

"But you're not?"

"No, I think you're the sweetest guy on the planet, and I'm stupid in love with you, so I know you're doing it because you love me too."

"Yeah, baby, I am."

"So, I'm in. You're going to have to help guide me, and keep me from completely freaking out, but I'm in."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

"Yes."

He leaned forward, tugging me onto his lap.

"Watch your shoulder," I warned.

"It's good." He pulled me in for another epic kiss and then kissed my neck. "If you ever feel like you're gonna bolt, you tell me, okay? I'll talk you down."

"I will," I promised, stroking his cheek. "Are you ready for that beer?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

I slid off his lap and headed to the fridge.

"Is this a random playlist, or are you a fan?" he asked.

I'd had Melody Morgan playing softly in the background while we talked.

"Oh, I'm a fan. Almost rabid, you could say." I handed him a beer and settled myself on the sofa next to him. "Lennon and I have been unsuccessful in getting tickets to her last two local shows, so we did the whole tailgate thing, then we tried getting tickets in Savannah." I sighed. "I did get to see her sing with her sisters one year and that was incredible. They're all so talented."

He chuckled.

"You hate her, huh?"

"Ah, no," he said.

"You're a fan?"

"Let's just say, that my road captain would beat the shit out of me if I said anything other than she's the greatest thing since sliced bread."

"Huh?"

"You'll never miss one of her concerts again," he said.

"Honey, I'm not mopping up what you're spilling," I hissed. "You need to tell me what you're talking about."

"Buckle up, buttercup, Train is married to Melody."

I frowned. "Who's Train."

"My Road Captain."

"He's part of your club?"

"Yep. I just left him, Melody, and their kids back at the compound. They were enjoying family night."

"What?" I gasped. "You know Melody Morgan?"

"Yeah, baby. I know Melody. I know Harmony and Lyric as well."

"What?" I squeaked.

"Harmony is married to the FBI agent, Jaxon, I was telling you about. Melody is married to Train and Lyric is married to one of the members of our Savannah chapter . Doom."

I swallowed convulsively for a few seconds.

"You okay?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"You gonna bolt?" he teased.

"Maybe."

He laughed. "We can go to the club right now and meet her if you want."

"No. Absolutely not. I look like a mottled mess."

"You look beautiful, sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you're biased, and sweet. But I'd like to be in a place emotionally and perhaps makeup-wise to meet the great Melody Morgan."

"Anytime you want to meet her, you let me know."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." I smiled. "I think I need some wine. Do you want more beer?"

"Sure, baby. Thanks."

I grabbed another one for him, then sat on the coffee table again. "You haven't been doing your PT, have you?"

He grimaced. "Guilty."

"Why, Gio?"

"My heart was broken."

"Not an excuse to ignore your health."