Page 89 of Doc's Decision

He makes straight for the bar where Damon is nursing a whiskey, leaning in close to talk to him in low, urgent tones.

Damon's eyes narrow and his jaw clenches tight.

Fishing his phone from his cut, he punches in a number and brings it to his ear. "Zane? We got another problem..."

As he starts pacing, barking orders into the phone, I turn to Sera. "What's going on? Did you get news about your mom?"

She sighs heavily, sinking onto the couch beside me. "So, she’s not just in Montana, she’s pulled in another club to be her muscle"

"Shit." I scrub a hand over my face.

This is bad.

Sally Bernard is the last person we need skulking around, stirring up more trouble. "Do you know which club?"

"Booger said they’re called the Corrupt Kings MC." Sera's lips twist bitterly. "She's probably spinning her web of manipulation and deceit to turn them against you lot."

A spike of fear lances through me, but I force it down.

Doc clears his throat, “The Corrupt Kings are already against us. We've had a longstanding issue with them for many years..”

“Holy fucking shit,” I murmur, unable to believe just how crazy this is getting.

Shaking off the chilling thought, I change the subject. "How are things going with getting her old companies all transferred over to you and your grandad?"

"Should be finalized by end of day," Sera replies with a satisfied smirk. "Which means the bitch is officially cut off. No more making decisions on behalf of the businesses.”

I can't help but smile at that.

Karma's a bitch named Seraphina and she always collects her due.

The reality of just how serious this situation is becoming sinks into my bones like lead weights.

Everything with the club, the depths these people will go to protect their own and annihilate their enemies...it's simultaneously terrifying and awe-inspiring.

I may not be a fighter by nature, but I would burn the whole fucking world down without hesitation to keep that precious boy safe.

Although...a fierce surge of mama bear protectiveness roars to life inside me at the mere thought of anyone trying to lay a goddamn finger on Kash.

Doc's warm palm cups my cheek, drawing my gaze away from the chaos and up to meet his vivid green eyes.

They shine with something, but I’m not sure what.

Though, I know he'd burn the world down before he let anyone hurt me.

I press a grateful kiss to his calloused palm.

"Hang tight, sweetheart," he murmurs. "I'll be right back."

With that, he strides over to join the war council forming around Damon, his broad shoulders set in a tense line.

Shiver claps him on the back in solidarity before following him.

I wrap my arms around myself, suppressing a shiver.

This is it.

This is my fucking life and it’s terrifying.

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