Page 87 of Doc's Decision

"I love you," she whispers, her breath tickling the hairs on my chest.

My heart thumps hard in response.

These three words never fail to send a thrill down my spine, no matter how many times we say it.

"I love you too," I reply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

The world outside our door could go up in flames and I wouldn't give a damn, all that matters to me is these two: my girl and my little man.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Mandy

I'm lounging on the leather couch in the clubhouse, shooting the shit with Sera when her phone chimes with an incoming text.

Her red lacquered nails tap the screen and her gray eyes flick over the message, widening slightly. "Shit. My mum's been spotted in Montana, according to my grandfather," she tells me, her posh British accent tinged with concern.

I sit up straighter, my heartbeat quickening. "Montana? Why the hell would she go there?"

Sera shrugs, setting her phone down. "Mmm, only one reason. Knowing my wicked witch of a mum though, it’s not good."

She chews on her red-painted bottom lip, looking worried.

A knot of dread forms in my stomach.

Sally Bernard is a fucking loose cannon hellbent on destroying the Reapers Rejects and getting twisted vengeance for her dead husband.

Her popping up in Montana spells nothing but trouble.

My mind starts racing, thinking about Kash and the rest of the club.

The stakes just keep getting higher and the danger is ramping up to insane levels.

I'm not a ride or die biker bitch like some of these other ol’ ladies—I don't get off on the adrenaline of MC life.

But I know without a shred of doubt that I would rain down unholy hell on anyone who tried to hurt my man, or my little man.

Sera notices my distress and reaches over to squeeze my hand. "Hey, it'll be all right. The club will handle this shit, they always do."

Her words are meant to be reassuring but there's an undercurrent of uncertainty in her voice.

Before I can respond, the clubhouse doors bang open and Damon comes striding in looking pissed as all hell, barking into his phone.

"You got it. I'm sending some guys up, probably be there within the next few days," he growls before hanging up.

He takes in the tense scene—me and Sera huddled together on the couch, matching grim expressions on our faces.

"I take it you heard," he says gruffly, scrubbing a hand over his bearded jaw. "Your cunt of a mother has surfaced up in Billings apparently."

Sera nods tightly. "Gramps just texted me. No idea what fresh fuckery she's up to now."

"Just wants to be another pain in my ass," Damon mutters.

He looks tired, the stress and strain of dealing with this bullshit clearly wearing on him.

Just then, Doc and Shiver emerge from the kitchen, Doc carrying two steaming bowls of ramen.

The delicious scent of the broth and noodles fills the air, making my stomach rumble despite the stressful situation.

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