The Biker's Fate Chapter 705

"He's going to put you on that very same Gulfstream he flew in on, but instead of taking you back to Colorado, he'll be taking you to an undisclosed CIA black site. You will then be handed over to the CIA as a known terrorist, who is involved in active, mass casualty plots against the United States. This black site is where you will spend the rest of your life. Alone, locked in a cell, shackles around your wrists and ankles, twenty-four hours a day. The only times you'll have any meaningful human interaction is while you're being interrogated."

"You can't get away with something like that. I'm an American. I have rights."

"That's right," Hatch said. "You're an American named Cody Chalmers. You're a thirty-two-year-old former college professor from Hawthorne College who was radicalized by the Taliban in 2005 after you were captured in Afghanistan during a humanitarian aid effort. The FBI will have a full dossier on you, complete with your fingerprints, dental records and medical history. Nothing about this handover will seem out of the ordinary except for the prisoner constantly going on about how he's not really a traitorous terrorist, but an outlaw biker who's escaped from prison while awaiting trial for rape, murder, and criminal extortion."

"Although, I hope you have good penmanship," I said.

"Why's that?" Cupid seethed.

"Because you're gonna have to tell your story to the CIA in writing after I cut your tongue out," I said, pulling my k-bar knife from its sheath. "Don't worry. I keep it nice and sharp. After all, they don't call me Razor for nothing."

By the time Jaxon came to collect Cupid, we'd more than made good on our promise to give him the beating of a lifetime. I wasn't even sure he'd survive the flight to wherever Jaxon was taking him, and honestly, I didn't really care. Dead or alive, he'd never see the light of day again, let alone get anywhere near Waverly and that's what I cared about the most.

After I removed Cupid's tongue, I thought about forcing it down his throat, but Hatch had a better idea. He wrapped it up tight and mailed it to the Supreme Rider's clubhouse with a note explaining this is what happens to rapist bikers in their town.

"Hopefully this'll strike some fear and confusion into the hearts of those Aryan assholes."

"Yeah," I replied. "And if we ever need more parts to send the Supreme Riders, we can always ask the CIA to send us one of Cupid's ears or something."

"The Dogs of Fire have teeth alright," Hatch said.

"Yeah. We'll bite your fucking tongue outta your head," Flea replied.

I'm not sure what it meant about us as human beings that we could make jokes after what we'd just done, but I did know that it meant my club brothers would do anything to protect the woman I loved, and I loved them all for that.

Waverly

I'd barely slept and other than the chicken Maisie had forced me to eat twelve hours ago, I hadn't eaten anything, my stomach in knots not knowing if Gio was okay.

I knew he was alive because he texted me on occasion, but whether or not he was okay, I wasn't entirely sure, because his texts were short, and they didn't have any type of video proof attached.

"Can I get you a cuppa, darling?" Maisie asked.

I shook my head, tucking my feet under my bottom as I pulled a blanket further around me.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to bed? They won't be home for hours."

"I won't be able to sleep until he's home safe," I said.

"These things can take—"

Before she could finish her sentence, we heard the beep of the alarm, and I threw off my blanket and made a mad dash for the door. Maisie was on my heels as I practically slammed against Gio.

"Hey," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "Why aren't you asleep?"

I glared up at him. "Are you being serious?"

Maisie slid into Hatch's embrace, and he held her with one arm as he reset the alarm.

"Why do you have blood on you?" Maisie snapped, running her hands over Hatch.

"Oh my god!" I squeaked, noticing Gio did too. "Where are you bleeding?"

"It's not ours," he said.

"Whose blood is it?" Maisie demanded.

"Cash's."

Maisie gasped. "What? What do mean? Is he okay?"

"Yeah, Sunshine. He's with Gina and Katie right now getting sewn up."

"He called Teagan on the way, so she's with him."

"Who's Teagan?" I asked.

"His wife," Gio said.

"I need to call Dani," Maisie said.

I glanced up at Gio and he smiled. "Cash's mom."

"Ah."

"Are either of you hungry?" Maisie asked.

"Starving," Hatch said.

"Let's get you fed, then you can all sleep," she said.

I'd never seen two men eat so fast in my life… or try to force feed me.

"I can't," I said, pushing my plate away. "I'll throw up."

"Baby, you barely ate."

"Yeah, well, she's had about three hundred calories the entire time you've been gone," Maisie tattled. "Her stomach's probably shrunk."

"Maisie!" I admonished.

Gio raised an eyebrow. "You didn't eat, Fizzy?"

"I couldn't."

"Baby, you haven't eaten in a week," he said with a sigh. "I'm home, I'm safe, Cupid's never going to see the light of day—"

"Did you kill him?"

"No, baby. We handed him over to the FBI."

I speared Hatch with a pointed stare. "Is that true?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. One hundred percent."

I relaxed in my chair. "So, it's done?"

"Yeah, baby, it's done. You're free."

I turned to Gio. "Can we go to bed now?"

He smiled gently. "Yeah, beautiful, we can go to bed. You sure you don't want more to eat?"

"I just want you."

"We'll take care of the dishes," Maisie said. "Go reconnect."

"Thanks, Maisie," Gio said, taking my hand and leading me downstairs.

The second the door was closed, his lips were on mine and he was guiding me to the bed.

"I love you," I panted out as he ripped off my panties.

"Love you, too, baby."

As he made love to me, I thanked whatever god might be in the universe for the man he or she had brought me.

He wasn't at all who I'd imagined, but he was perfect.