The Biker's Fate Chapter 701

Razor

IT HAD BEEN three days since I proposed to Waverly, three days since she'd found out about Cupid's escape and her nervous system was on the verge of overload. Even the look of pure happiness on her face couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. At first, she tried to hide her 'moments of panic' from me, saying she didn't want me to think she wasn't happy about our engagement. But soon those moments turned to full on panic attacks, and those, she couldn't hide. I knew one of them would soon bring me to my breaking point.

I'd run out to the Plaid Pantry near Waverly's place to get her some orange juice and a packet of chocolate Yum Yums. She'd barely eaten anything in the past seventy-two hours, and this was the only breakfast I could talk her into, so I was counting it as a win, especially considering it wasn't Cheetos and wine. I also grabbed some Pedialyte and the least bruised pieces of fruit from the basket next to the cashier in hopes that I could get some nourishment into her once she was feeling a little better. I'd only been gone for fifteen minutes, but that was long enough for Waverly to suffer her worst panic attack yet.

I'd barely made it through the front door when I saw Waverly falter. She was standing near the entryway, her knees beginning to buckle and her eyes rolling back into her head. Within a split second I dropped the groceries, catching her as she went down, but only just. I carried her to her sofa, setting her down gently. Her face had turned an alarming shade of gray and her breathing was labored. I called her name three times before she finally answered me.

"Jesus," I hissed. "Are you okay, baby?"

"What happened?"

"You passed out, sweetheart," I replied, brushing the hair from her forehead. "You're burning up. Wait right here." I grabbed an ice pack from her freezer and wrapped it in a towel.

"That feels amazing," Waverly moaned as I placed it on her forehead.

"I don't think I've ever been that scared in my whole life," I said.

"I'm sorry. You were gone and I just started thinking about Cupid and I tried to stop but I couldn't, and—"

I kissed her. "Never apologize to me for how you feel. None of this is your fault. It's his, and I'm going to personally make sure he can never get anywhere near you."

"You have enough going on with the Spiders. You can't fight every war."

"If I have to choose between protecting you or fighting the Spiders, I choose you. Hatch has plenty of soldiers at his disposal, I only have one of you." I kissed her again. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Thank you."

"When you think you can sit up, I'll pick up your breakfast from off the floor and get you fed."

Once Waverly had eaten and I was sure she was okay, I stepped into her bedroom and called Hatch.

"Hey, brother," he said after the first ring.

"I need to take care of this Cupid problem."

"What's up?"

I told him about Waverly's panic attacks and her passing out.

"Goddammit. I want her here. Now. Actually, I want you both here."

"I want this guy, Hatch. She won't find peace while he's out there."

"Don't do anything. Get your ass over here. Now. I'll send Brian with the van. He'll meet you out back."

He hung up and I headed back out to Waverly.

"I'm gonna pack you a bag and we're goin' back to Hatch and Maisie's. Let me know what you need."

"I can help, it's all right," she said, standing up, then immediately sitting back down. "Too fast."

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here," I said, scooping her up into my arms.

She nodded into my neck. "Okay."

I walked her into the bedroom and laid her down on her bed. "Your color's back. You feeling better?"

She nodded, then shook her head. "I don't feel safe."

"You will, baby. We'll get over to Hatch and Maisie's and you'll feel safe."

"I heard you talking to Hatch."

"Spying on your husband before we're even married, huh?"

Waverly shrugged. "Thin walls."

"I'm gonna do what law enforcement hasn't been able to do. I'm gonna find that sonofabitch and I'm going to make sure he can never hurt you or anyone else again."

Waverly grabbed my hand. "I can't handle you getting hurt or going to prison over him."

"Criminals go to prison and I'm not a criminal. Besides, I have a fiancée to come back to."

"You're leaving me?"

I nodded. "I'll only be gone a short while."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet, but I've got some ideas about how to find him. Once I do, I'll move the gates of hell right to his doorstep."

"You promise you'll come back to me?" she said.

"I promise."

"I mean it, Gio. You swear to me, God, and anyone else whose listening that you'll come back to me."

I stood up and took off my cut before folding it like a flag, with the Dogs of Fire patch facing upward. "This is the most sacred thing in the world to me," I said, placing it in Waverly's hands. I then raised my right hand and placed my left hand on my cut. "No god has claimed me yet, but you have. So, I swear to you, on my club's colors that I will come back to you. That I will always come back to you."

Tears streamed down Waverly's perfect face, and she nodded.

"Okay?" I cupped her face.

"Okay."

"Then I'm gonna go get him."

She sniffed, biting her lip. "Okay, Razor. Go get him."