The Biker's Fate

Chapter 624: Chapter 624

"Do you think I might be throwing my life away if I do something in the Trades, rather than practicing law"—I shrugged—"I don’t know, maybe because you feel like being a mechanic is ’less-than’ what you originally had in mind?"

"You’re better than that."

"Better than what?" I challenged.

"Better than this," he said, waving a hand up his body. "Better than some asshole who comes home with grease in his hair and under his nails. Better than someone who deals with men who have no idea how to speak to a woman who deserves better."

"Wow," I breathed out. "That’s how you see yourself?"

"It’s not how I want to see you."

I frowned. "Are you seriously saying that if I choose to become a mechanic, you’ll see me as some sort of lowly grease monkey?"

"Of course not, but I hate the thought of you being surrounded by them."

"Cash, I’m surrounded by them now. Our dads are officers in an MC." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"It’s not the same."

"Actually, it’s worse," I pointed out. "No one here has a filter, including me."

"Baby, no one here’ll fuck with you because they know your dad’ll remove their spleen."

I smirked. "No one fucks with me because they know I’ll remove their spleen."

"There is that," he conceded.

"Do you really see yourself as some has-been loser who should have gone to med school but ’settled’ for being a mechanic?"

He stared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head. "No. I love what I do."

"And if I choose to go that route, will you think less of me?"

"I could never, baby. You’re pretty close to perfect."

"Okay, let’s not go overboard."

He raised an eyebrow. "You’re out of my league and you know it. Everyone knows it. Hatch made it clear—"

"Jesus, what did Hatch say?" I demanded.

"He told me to apologize and beg your forgiveness. Then he said you’re better than I deserve, and I knew it. And that’s when he said I needed to talk to your dad, which I do if this is something you want."

"Cash," I breathed out. "None of that’s true. Well, talking to my dad probably is, but I’m not better than you deserve. You’re kind of amazing when you don’t take the weight of the world on your shoulders. I mean, come on, buddy, the Vietnam War wasn’t your fault, too, was it?"

He let out a quiet grunt.

"Maybe there really is something to girls falling for men just like their dads," I grumbled.

Cash leaned forward, running his hands up my thighs, his face tortured. "I love you, Teagan. More than I’ve ever loved anyone, and that scares me to my core."

"I get that." I gripped his chin. "But you need to figure out if you love me enough to get over that fear because even though I know for a fact I’m not better than you, I do know my worth and I won’t be subjected to the shit you’ve been pulling lately."

He settled his cheek on my lap. "I know your worth too, Turtle."

I stroked his hair. "God you’re an idiot."

"I know."

"But you’re my idiot."

"All the way."

"I’m really sorry about Chelsea, honey," I said.

He sat up and met my eyes. "Thanks, baby."

"Are you going to pull your head out of your ass?"

"Yeah, if you’re with me, I’m gonna pull my head outta my ass."

"I love you, Cash. So much so that I’ve cried more than I’d like to admit this week. And you know how much I hate crying."

"Yeah, Dad mentioned it." He dropped his forehead to mine. "I’m sorry I’ve been an ass."

"Forgiven."

"I’ll talk to Mack after church this week."

"Okay."

He stood, pulling me up with him, and wrapping his arms around me. "Fuck, I love you."

"You better, because I’m a catch."

He chuckled. "Oh, I’m aware."

I pulled away and smiled up at him. "I’ll go out first."

"Okay, baby."

I pulled open the door, just in time to see Hatch walking out of the bathroom. "Hey there, Mister President."

He turned with a big grin. "Hey, sweetheart."

"Can you come in here, please?" I asked, with a saccharin edge to my voice.

"Teagan," Cash warned.

Hatch raised an eyebrow as he headed my way, slipping past me into the office and I closed the door with a thwap.

"Okay, so you’re pissed," he observed.

"What’s this about you telling Cash that he’s not worthy?" I demanded. "What fucking right do you have spouting bullshit like that—"

"Teagan!" Cash growled.

I raised my hand. "Give me a minute, honey, I have a spleen to remove."

Hatch crossed his arms and grinned, while Cash dragged his hands through his hair with a groan.

I jabbed a finger toward Cash. "That man right there is the most loyal, awesome human on the planet, and he is my ride or die, so if you ever tell him I’m better than him again, I will slap you upside the head, do you get me?"

"Jesus, woman, you cannot talk to the prez like that," Cash said.

"Well, if he kept his stupid nose out of my business, I wouldn’t have to."

Hatch bust out laughing and took a bow. "My work here is done."

"Your work? What is that supposed to mean?" I hissed.

"Well, for the first time in weeks, Mr. Mopey here has had something resembling a smile on his face and you’re ready to lay claim to him in front of me, god, and everyone. So, yeah, I’d say, I stuck my stupid nose exactly where it was needed."

"Has anyone ever told you you’re impossible?" I bit out.

"Been married to the same woman for thirty years and given there’s three-hundred-sixty-five days in a year, I reckon I’ve heard it approximately eleven-thousand times."

I settled my hands on my hips. "Okay, if you’re so smart, do you really think my dad’s going to be pissed about me and Cash?"

"There’s only one way to find out and I’d recommend you tell him sooner than later. The guys around here are worse than the celebrity housewives when it comes to gossip."

"I’m gonna do it after church on Wednesday when it’s quieter," Cash said.

Hatch nodded. "I can get behind that. I’ll have your back, too, kid. Your dad know?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you got two behind you."

"I’ll be there," I said.

"You won’t," Cash and Hatch said in stereo.

"Why not? No girls allowed is so stupid."

"You can use that time to talk to your mom," Hatch suggested.

"And Daisy," Cash said.

"Oh, shit. Daisy," I breathed out. "Maybe we shouldn’t do this right now."

"I’m gonna give you a few," Hatch said. "You let me know what you decide."

Hatch walked out and I faced Cash.

"If you want to wait, we’ll wait, but I really think we should tell your dad."

I bit my lip. "I don’t know. Can I take a beat and think about it?"

"Yeah, of course."

I slid my arms around his waist. "Thank you."

He leaned down and kissed me. "Now, go grab whatever dessert’s left before Buzz eats it all. Save me some."

"Okay."

He smacked my butt as I headed out of the office and back into the great room. He didn’t follow for several minutes, and I started to panic a little until I saw him amble his way toward me, his expression neutral, like it always was.

I dropped my head and smiled, then controlled my own expression and started to load my plate with a few of Maisie’s desserts.