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I need out of this room; I need to find my baby; I need to see if my baby survived.

I try to get up, but Doc's grip tightens.

I snap. I scream, thrashing around.

"No, no, let me go! I need my baby!" I scream, my fear crippling me.

I hear Josy crying and Daddy trying to get me to calm down, all while Doc keeps his grip tight on my shoulders. I thrash around harder, the pain is excruciating, but my mind is not processing it.

My baby, I need my baby….

I rip the cannula out, causing Doc to curse and shout, "Ken, I need a sedative now!"

I manage to rip my right shoulder off Doc's grip, and try to climb out of bed, only to be pulled back by Doc and another pair of hands. My eyes connect with Tats'.

Tears fill his eyes, but I won't stop fighting them, especially when I see the needle being passed over.

"No, I need my baby, please," I cry, before I feel a sharp pinch in my arm.

Everyone becomes blurry, their sobs sounding like I'm underwater, and darkness takes hold.

I welcome it, hoping never to wake up again.

28

Tech

I rev my bike, going faster down the freeway, my speed is over 100, and my mind is half on my girl and her condition and half wondering if my child is dead.

Snake and I caught up with Breaker and Sniper within fifteen minutes, before we stopped and checked the cameras.

It’s taken us nearly three hours, three long fucking hours, and finally, we’re five minutes away from where the bitch has finally stopped at a motel.

Timmy and Colt caught up about an hour ago with Gracie’s body in the back of the club’s van. The longer the bitch baby-stealer drove, the more we had to fucking stop and check the cameras.

Normally I’d be behind my computer speaking to whichever brother is doing the following through their earpiece, but this time, I’m in the thick of it because it’s my fucking child—a child we’re not sure has survived.

My heart rate picks up as we stop just down the road from the motel after pulling off the highway, and I quickly grab my phone to make sure she’s still there.

Everything in me wants to run over and slam into the room, but I know we need to do this right; if my child has survived, I can’t risk her going nuts.

The brothers surround me from where I’m standing near my bike. They all sigh in relief, seeing that she hasn’t moved from room twenty-two, and that the truck is still parked in front of the door.

I nod, and Snake states, “Alright, Timmy. You’ll have to ride Tech’s bike back to the club. Colt, he’ll ride in the front with you holding his child, and you’ll drop him off at the hospital, where Doc and Ken will be waiting. Sniper will escort you to the club afterward.”

Colt nods seriously just before my phone rings. I furrow my brows and grab it from my pocket to see it’s Doc. I suck in a breath and quickly answer it, putting it on speaker.

“Doc?” I answer.

He sighs. “James,” and I freeze, waiting, “she’s okay. She had a tear in her placenta, which caused all the blood to flood her womb. She never gave birth to it, and we had to remove it in surgery, and brother, fuck, she is extremely fucking lucky. I managed to save her womb after removing the placenta, doing a wash out. She’ll need over a year to heal before even thinking about having another child, so I’m talking not just the pill or IUD or whatever, I’m also talking condoms and possibly removing yourself before coming. You can’t fucking chance her health, because I honestly don’t think her body will cope.” I squeeze my eyes shut, not hearing the panic in his voice, and Snake takes my phone.

“Doc, what aren’t you telling us?” he commands, and I look at him. He runs his hand over his bald head.

Doc grumbles, “I fucking hate how you can read me sometimes.”

Sniper smirks, but it soon disappears when Doc rasps, “Brook woke up, and everyone surrounded her, refusing to fucking leave. She didn’t remember at first, but when she did….” My heart rate picks up. “Fuck, brother, she ripped her cannula out and nearly caused a lot of damage to herself. She tore her stitches open, trying to fight against me and Tats, wanting to find her baby. I-I…fuck, I had to sedate her and move her to the hospital.”

I shake my head, trying to catch my breath, struggling to breathe as Colt whispers, “Fuck….”

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