Page 81 of Doc's Decision

For a moment, I allow myself to imagine being a part of it.

Finally putting my devious mind to good use, fighting by Sera and Zoe's side to take down the villains who hurt our friend.

The temptation is so strong I can almost taste it.

But then reality comes crashing back in and I shake my head, dispelling the fantasy.

I'm not a soldier or a vigilante. I'm just a camgirl with a talent for trouble.

Whatever Sera has planned, it's way above my paygrade.

No, my place is here on the sidelines, playing the supporting role.

Bringing Zoe and Sera coffee and pastries, lending an ear when they need it, but staying far away from the actual bloodshed.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Still, as Sera's voice rises with ferociousness, I can't help but feel a flicker of wicked anticipation.

The Bernard matriarch has no idea the sleeping dragon she's awoken in her daughter by putting her through that hell.

And when Sera unleashes her fury, it's going to be one hell of a show.

I settle back against the couch cushions and take a bite of raspberry strudel, letting the sweet flaky pastry melt on my tongue.

Outside the modular walls, the club bustles with its usual activity—motorcycles rumbling, men shouting and laughing, music blasting.

But in here, in this little female sanctuary, we’re having some much needed girl time, enjoying one another’s company.

The door to the modular swings open and in strolls Kat, Camila, Ivy and Indra, their arms laden with shopping bags.

"All right bitches, the cavalry has arrived!" Kat announces with a grin, plopping her bags down on the kitchen counter. "I think we’ve got everything we need for that massive dinner we have planned tonight."

Camila rolls her eyes but can't hide her smile. "We put all the groceries in the clubhouse kitchen already. I know you can’t possibly tell, but Kat insisted on stopping at every boutique on the way here. I think she single-handedly kept the Las Vegas economy afloat today."

"Hey, it's called retail therapy for a reason," Kat retorts, throwing herself onto the couch beside me. "Nothing likeblowing your man's money on overpriced shoes to brighten the mood, am I right ladies?"

A chorus of "hell yeahs" echoes through the small space.

I chuckle and shake my head.

Kat's ability to fearlessly speak her mind is one of the things I love most about her.

With this group, there's never a need to hold back your feelings out of wanting to be polite.

As the girls unpack the spoils of their shopping excursion, I glance over at Sera.

She's been unusually quiet since the others arrived, staring pensively out the window, her fingers clenched tight around her latte.

I scoot closer and gently bump her shoulder with mine. "Hey, you okay sweetie? You've barely said a word since the wrecking crew blew in."

Sera sighs heavily and turns to face me, her gray eyes stormy with emotion. "I'm just so angry, Mandy. Angry that my mum would dare to do this to me. To put my child at risk like that."

Her hand drifts to her still flat stomach, a protective instinct. "The doctors said it's a miracle the baby survived, after everything. That I could have easily lost it. And now..."

She shakes her head, jaw clenched. "Now I want to make her pay. I want to take that bitch down completely, once and for all. And she’s doing this all to avenge my father… but I can imagine he’d be furious if he knew she almost killed me and my unborn child."

The venom in Sera's normally refined voice takes me aback for a moment.

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