The Biker's Fate Chapter 185

I waved my hand dismissively. "Club business, whatever. Outside of your forced protection of , I have no ties to the Club, Mack, so I’m a free agent."

"That’s total bullshit." Mack scowled. "So, I’m gonna ask you again. Why the hell are you here when you knew I wasn’t scheduled?"

I chewed on my lower lip trying to co up with a valid argunt.

"Kim—"

"Mack, I love you. You know I do, but you can’t tell what I can and cannot do," I said. "If soone tried to tell you who you could sleep with, how would you react?"

"That’s different."

I scowled. "Screw you, Mack."

He glared at . "Kim, you’re fuckin’ out of control, babe."

"Because I love sex?" I snapped.

"You don’t love sex, Kimmie, you just wanna piss off."

I threw my arms up in the air. "Are you serious with this shit? Forget it. I’ll leave."

He laid a hand on my shoulder. "It’s dangerous to be here lookin’ for sex, babe. It’s dangerous to be lookin’ for it anywhere random. You wanna find a guy to take your mind off your troubles, you got good n in your life who’ll do right by you. Pick one of them."

"None of this is any of your fucking business, Mack."

I blinked back tears of irritation and he hugged . "I’ll have soone walk you to your car," he offered.

"I took a cab," I grumbled.

"Then I’ll have Pug drive you."

"I’d rather have crows peck my eyes out."

He chuckled. "You still dealin’ with notes and shit?"

"Nope," I lied.

"Kim, why’d you co here? Really? I know your past shit, and I thought you were dealing with it."

Mack knew a little about my past sexual abuse. Not all of it...that was reserved for Dani, but he’d guessed (because he was smart) that sothing had happened to , and offered a soft place to land if I needed it. I’d never taken him up on the offer and had been glad he didn’t bring the subject up again.

"I needed a little stress relief," I snapped.

He studied for a few seconds and then sighed. "You don’t wanna tell , don’t tell . Pug’s gonna get you a cab, though."

"Tell him not to bother," I snapped as I pulled away from him, stalking out of the office and back down the hall. I stord past Flea and detoured onto the dance floor, then toward the bar. If I was being forced ho, I was goin’ ho drunk.

I slid up to the bar and Cricket handed my credit card. "He cut you off, hon."

"Son of a bitch!"

Cricket grimaced. "Sorry."

"You alone?" a deep voice asked from behind .

I turned, seeing he was kind of cute in a tight-ass, businessman kind of way, and smiled. "Yeah."

"Buy you a drink, beautiful?"

I bit my lip, then nodded. "I would love a drink."

Before he could order, Pug sat on the stool beside and shook his head.

"Seriously?" I hissed.

"Walk away, man," Pug ordered.

My admirer did exactly what Pug told him to do and stupid (after Pug walked away), I accepted another offer for a drink. Pug showed up again and that man walked away as well.

Damn Mack and his interfering. "Call him off, Pug," I snapped.

"Not gonna happen," Pug said, and gave a smug smile.

"You’re such a dick, you know that?"

"Yep." He crossed his arms. "Co on, I’ll get you a cab."

"I’m going to hit the little girls’ room first."

"Knock yourself out."

I scowled at him and headed to the bathroom, pissed that my night had been totally ruined. As I dried my hands, my phone buzzed, and I sighed. It was Knight, so I answered his call. "Hey."

"Hey, sugar. You okay?"

I put on a fake smile and said, "Yep. What’s up?"

"Just checkin’ in."

"Really? Did Mack call you?"

"Pleadin’ the fifth, sug."

"Well, I’m leaving, so y’all can relax."

"We’re keepin’ you safe, Kimmie, you get that right?"

I bit back frustrated tears. I don’t know why I expected him to be different than the others, but I wished he’d have a little more faith in my ability to keep myself safe. "Whatever."

"Want to swing by and pick you up? We can go get a bite."

"No, I’m going to grab a cab and head ho."

"You sure?"

"Yep."

"I’ll call you tomorrow."

"Okay, honey." My voice was sweet, but I was secretly flipping him off in my mind. "Bye."

I hung up and slipped out of the bathroom. Pug was talking with a cute girl who obviously wanted free drinks, so I used the distraction to head outside. I was quite capable of calling for a cab without him breathing down my neck. As I stepped onto the sidewalk, I heard my na and followed the sound.

"Kim! Hey!"

I frowned when I didn’t recognize the guy waving at .

He caught up to and smiled. "Hey."

"Hi," I said. Now that he was closer, he seed faintly familiar, but I couldn’t place him. He was about an inch shorter than , blond hair and hazel eyes, nothing really to write ho about, but cute.

"Brian Combes," he provided. "I worked for your father four years ago."

My father owned the largest (and most prestigious) law firm in Portland. All of Oregon, truth be told. He was a fifth-generation attorney and had expected to follow in his footsteps, but after I found out about his multiple affairs, I decided I was going to do whatever the hell I wanted and he could go screw himself.

I was so disgusted, and wasn’t entirely sure who I was angrier at... him because he was a pig, or my mother who turned a blind eye to his roaming. Unfortunately, I was not so brave to completely cut them out of my life. They had a way of making my life a living hell, so I played the ga when it was necessary... like parties and such.

Recognition dawned. "Right, weren’t you a junior associate? I t you at a holiday party the year you got hired."

"Good mory." He smiled. "I can’t believe I saw you on the side of the street. Small world."

"Indeed."