Page 77 of Sweet Anarchy

"Baby is okay?" Phoebe asks, relieved. "What about the bleeding?"

The doctor nods, sitting down on a chair. "You have what's called a subchorionic hematoma. It causes bleeding in pregnancy, but the baby is fine. They have a nice strong heartbeat and your hCG levels are doing great. You may experience more bleeding, but it's nothing to be alarmed about. Just remember to only use sanitary pads though."

"See, I told you it was okay," I say to her, smiling.

Phoebe puts her head in her hands. "Oh, thank God. I thought the stress of losing Dad had caused me to miscarry the baby."

The doctor looks at Phoebe's chart. "You should undergo bed rest if you have any more bleeding. I'd recommend resting for a few days now and following up with your regular doctor if it doesn't ease up."

"And here I thought I wouldn't have to deal with blood for nine months," she mumbles, letting out a nervous laugh. "Thank you."

The doctor hands over a printed picture from the ultrasound. "Here's your little squish. Now go get some rest."

"At least the rain has stopped," I say, pulling up in front of Phoebe's house again.

She nods. "Do you want to come in for a bit?"

"I better get back home," I reply sadly. "The guys will be worried. And you need to rest. Go put on a movie and lay in bed."

Phoebe smiles. "Con should be home in an hour or so. Thanks for coming with me. I really appreciate it."

"Always, Phoebs. I'm here if you need me anytime."

She waves goodbye, climbing out of the car. I wait until she's safely back inside, sending another text message to Asher to let him know I'm heading back now.

I'm feeling much more relieved now, knowing that Phoebe and her baby are okay, so I put some music on. I'm thankful that Ash connected my phone to his car's Bluetooth system yesterday, making things a lot smoother since I'm starting to borrow his car more often. I really need to sort out another car as soon as possible, but that probably means asking Mom for help, and I'm not quite ready yet. I know the guys would help if I asked, but I don't want to have to rely on them.

Traffic is light as I start to drive back towards the house, the sun breaking through the clouds again and starting to dry up the road. I'm too busy singing away to my tunes that I don't notice the motorcycle pull up beside me at the traffic lights.

The light turns green and the rider revs their bike, taking off in front of me. I stare at the back of them, checking their leather jacket for any club patches but finding it empty. You can never be too careful and despite the fact I know I'm safe, I can't help the sickening feeling in my stomach at seeing the rider.

But it's just a random, everyday normal motorcycle rider, just going about his day.

Or at least, that's what I thought. He slows down in front of me as we pass through an industrial estate and I touch the brakes lightly, my eyes burning holes into the back of him.

The sound of revving bikes reach my ears and I look around wildly. It sounds like it's all around me.

And then I realize… it is.

Half a dozen bikes pull out from either side of me from industrial warehouses, flanking my car. The rider in front of me almost comes to a stop, flicking up his visor.

I don't need much to recognize those eyes. They haunt me way too often.

It's Jimmy.

And he's smirking at me.

Chapter 24

Rylee

I look at the other bikers, noticing they are all wearing plain leather jackets too. They have disguised themselves, making them look like normal riders. The warehouses are operational as far as I know – there's vehicles parked there, so we wouldn't have thought to check places like this.

They hid in plain sight… literally.

The car has come to a complete stop and my fingers brush against the lock button, the sound of the doors locking ringing throughout the car. I keep my eyes on Jimmy, my finger hitting the screen and calling Asher.

It only rings twice before Asher answers.

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