Page 41 of Doc's Decision

CHAPTER NINE

Doc

I pop the top on a warm bottle and start feeding Kash, while I slump back on the worn leather couch.

Turmoil is pacing back and forth, combat boots clomping against the clubhouse floor.

He runs a hand over his head, looking tense as fuck.

"What's eating you, brother?" I ask, taking a swig of my own beer. "You're wearing a hole in the damn floor."

Turmoil's eyes snap to mine, dark and stormy. "Sera. She was supposed to show up an hour ago. Not like her to be late and she's not answering her phone. No texts either."

I frown.

Sera is Turmoil's ol' lady, his ride or die.

They're tighter than a virgin's ass.

If she said she'd be here, she meant it.

"What do you want to do? Go out and look for her?" I suggest.

Sera is keeping her relationship with Turmoil under the radar, especially since she’s a double agent—reporting info back to the club that will help us take down her mother.

"What do you think?" he snaps. "Of course I do. Something's wrong, I can feel it in my bones. After the shit with her snake of a mother...I just don’t trust this, brother."

He trails off but I get what he’s saying.

If Sally figured out her daughter is working against her...god, who knows what she’d do.

I’ve heard some crazy stories about that woman.

I look at my little man, mind racing with the possibilities, each one uglier than the last.

How is the world so cruel when there are innocent creatures like this who depend on us?

It just gives me the urge to rip every bit of evil from the planet.

My stomach churns thinking about what could be going on.

Hopefully Sera turns up. Maybe she fell asleep, was exhausted from her day and crashed.

That’s the best thing to think about, not the alternative.

If Sera's been made, if her mother discovered she's the mole, there's no telling what kind of danger she could be in right now.

"Let's go, man. We'll track her down and figure out what the fuck is going on," I say firmly, standing up.

Turmoil shakes his head, his eyes stormy with barely contained rage and fear. "I gotta talk to Prez first. See what he wants to do. Can't just go off half-cocked, much as I want to burn rubber outta here."

I get it, I do.

There's protocol.

Damon is the one who calls the shots, and the last thing we need to be doing is pissing him off.

If Sally Bernard has Sera...that means she knows everything.

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