Page 28 of Biker Bride (Hell on Heelz MC)

Vince pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance, his panicked eyes never leaving mine. Within minutes, the wail of sirens filled the air, and the EMTs arrived, rushing towards us.

"She leaped out of the car," Vince explained to them. “I need you to check her for injuries.”

The EMTs moved quickly, assessing my condition. They insisted I get into the ambulance, and I reluctantly agreed, but only after I made it clear I didn’t want Vince with me.

“I don’t want him anywhere near me,” I told them, my voice firm.

One of the EMTs nodded, and they guided me into the ambulance, leaving Vince outside. As they began to work on me, I overheard Vince talking to the other paramedics.

“She takes lithium and Seroquel,” he said, his voice low but clear. “Make sure she has them.”

My heart sank. I hadn't realized he was aware of my medication. But then it hit me—of course, he knew. He knew about everything from the beginning. He knew about my past, my struggles, my crazy. He’d taken advantage of me, used my vulnerability against me.

Lying on the stretcher, I felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over me. His words of love, his promises—they were all just another manipulation. Another way to control me.

As the ambulance sped towards the hospital, I stared up at the ceiling, my head a mess. Vince’s face flashed in my mind, the memory of his touch, his kiss. It had all felt so real, so intense. But now, it was tainted with the knowledge of his deceit.

I had to get out. I had to find a way to escape this twisted game he was playing. And this time, I wouldn’t let him catch me.

Chapter 19

At the hospital, the white lights on white walls were almost blinding. I lay on the gurney, trying to breathe through the pain radiating seemingly from everywhere at once. A nurse efficiently moved around, checking my vitals, and I watched her through a haze of discomfort and confusion.

“You’re scuffed up pretty bad, and you’ve got a couple of broken ribs and a fractured wrist,” the doctor finally said. “We’re going to get you fixed up, but first, someone from social services wants to talk to you.”

A woman with a clipboard stepped in, her eyes gentle but probing. “Hi, Sybil. I’m here to ask you a few questions. Can you tell me why you leaped from the vehicle?”

I filled my lungs with air, wincing as my ribs protested. I was in too much pain to think of a lie. “It’s complicated. Vince Mancini, he’s not my boyfriend. I took a deal to play the role of his bride for a million dollars. But then he said he loves me, and it’s just another lie.”

The social worker exchanged a look with the nurse before stepping out of the room. I could hear them talking just outside the door. “She’s delusional. Definitely unstable,” one of them said.

The doctor returned, a serious look on his face. “Sybil, we’ve got some blood work back, and there’s something you should know. You’re pregnant.”

The room spun around me. Pregnant? I was freaking out, trying to understand what was really happening. Just then, I saw Vince standing at the door, his expression worried, but something else. Sudden elation. He’d heard everything.

“I don’t know if the baby is his,” I blurted out, looking straight at him. “I don’t want to see him. He’s abusive. He caused me to jump out of the car.”

The doctor nodded, motioning for Vince to leave. “We’ll do an ultrasound to make sure the baby is okay.”

As the room cleared, they brought in the ultrasound machine. The cold gel on my stomach startled me. The screen showed a tiny flicker, and the nurse smiled. “You’re about four weeks along. Everything looks fine.”

It had to be Vince’s. I hadn’t been with another man for months. Understanding came crashing down on me. But the suspicion was the worst. This was just what Vince said he’d wanted, an heir. What I only could assume was really what he wanted all along. If he knew my medications, he’d had access to my birth control, as well.

When everyone finally left me alone, I grabbed the hospital’s phone with my good hand and dialed Rage’s number.

“Rage, it’s Sybil. I need to come home.”

There was a pause on the other end. “What happened, Psycho?”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them back. “I’m pregnant. It’s Vince’s, and everything’s fucked up. Please, just let me come home.”

“Okay, calm down. Of course you can come home. We’ve been worried sick, threatening everyone in that family.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t checked in. I was just so wrapped up in it all,” I tried to explain.

Rage was always the mother hen. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll send someone to get you. On a plane. Make sure you get home safe.”

I hung up, knowing I needed to get away from Vince and this entire mess.

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