Page 71 of Turmoil's Target

Jolt and I both snap our heads toward him, jaws dropping in unison. “No shit.” I sputter, trying to wrap my brain around the bombshell.

Doc, one of our gruff and grizzled prospects, will be changing diapers and singing lullabies soon enough.

Jolt voices the question on the tip of my tongue. “Who’s the lucky lady?”

Dixon’s grin widens. “Sassy.”

A collective groan rises from the table as we all process the fact a clubwhore is going to be his baby mama.

Sassy, the club’s resident drama queen.

The woman who’s fucked half the charter and stirred up more shit than a backed-up toilet.

She’s going to be Doc’s baby mama.

That is hell in a handbag.

I shake my head in disbelief. “Man, I don’t know whether to congratulate him or stage an intervention.”

“Maybe both,” Jolt snorts. “Can you imagine those two trying to co-parent? It’ll be like a damn soap opera.”

Damon holds up his hands in a calming gesture. “Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Doc’s a big boy, he can handle his business. And who knows, maybe this will be good for both of them. Give ‘em something to focus on besides stirring up trouble.”

I want to believe him, but the skepticism must show on my face because Dixon claps me on the shoulder with a wry smile. “Hey, stranger things have happened. Look at us—a bunch of screwups and rejects, but we’ve made it work so far.”

He’s got a point.

The Reapers Rejects may be an unusual crew, but we’re a brotherhood.

We’ve got each other’s backs, come hell or high water.

And right now, that’s about the only thing I can count on.

As the weight of the day’s revelations settles over me, I lean back in my chair and let out a heavy sigh.

Between Seraphina, the rat in our midst, and now Doc’s impending fatherhood, my head is spinning.

I know one thing for damn sure—I’m not facing any of it alone.

My brothers are right here beside me, ready to ride into whatever shitstorm comes our way.

And that’s enough to keep me putting one foot in front of the other, no matter how rocky the road ahead might be.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Seraphina

I stare into the mirror, barely recognizing the reflection peering back at me.—hollow eyes, tear-stained cheeks.

Where has my confident spark gone?

The woman who could take on the world with a smirk and a wink has been replaced by this fragile shell.

It’s been over a week since my world imploded.

Since the man I thought I knew, the man I let myself fall for, was revealed to be nothing but a carefully constructed lie.

Abe.

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