Page 42 of Doc's Decision

It means that the underground battle we’ve had with her is now being brought to the surface…and shit is about to get real.

My mind keeps circling back to Sera's involvement.

She took immeasurable risks and could have been caught at any time.

Slipping info to Turmoil, helping us uncover every move her mother was trying to make.

Sera would always show up to the clubhouse under the cover of night, when she could sneak away undetected.

Bile rises in my throat.

If anything happens to her because she chose us, because she fell in love with Turmoil and wanted to make things right…God, it just might kill him.

"Go find Damon," I urge him, my voice low and intense. "I'll round up the rest of the prospects, get everyone ready for when Damon gives the order. We'll find your girl, bring her home safe."

Turmoil looks at me, a fierce light in his eyes.

He clasps my arm. "Thank you so fuckin’ much, brother."

He turns on his heel and strides off to find our Prez, a man on a mission.

I watch him go, my gut twisting into knots.

I hope like hell we're not too late, and that Turmoil’s hunch is wrong.

Please, God, let her be passed out on her couch.

With a quick flick of my thumb, I fire off a message to the rest of the club prospects, then place my now sleeping son in the bassinet.

Once he's settled, I pivot on my heel and make a beeline for the kitchen.

The hollow echo in my gut's been growling like a caged beast for too long, demanding to be fed.

Camila’s in there, at the stove, cooking up who knows what.

I peek over her shoulder, my nostrils filling with the heavenly scent of simmering garlic and herbs. "Whatcha got there, Camila?"

She jumps, whirling around to face me, brandishing a wooden spoon like a weapon.

"Christ Almighty, Doc! Don't sneak up on me like that," she huffs, slapping my arm with said spoon.

"Sorry, mama bear." I hold my hands up in mock surrender. "Just came to see what smells so good."

She rolls her eyes but her lips twitch into a small smile. "It's chicken stew. Want some?"

"Do I ever say no to your cooking?" I listen closely to see if Kash has stirred in his bassinet, but he hasn't so I walk up to Camila, ready to stuff my fucking face with this deliciousness.

Camila spoons some stew into a bowl for me and I head back out into the main area of the clubhouse, where Kash is happily sleeping.

I shove a spoonful in my mouth and muffle out, “Thanks so much.”

Camila waves her hand in dismissal. “It’s nothing. I need to get a whole bunch more batched up and put in the freezer.”

“Still, I appreciate it. Boog’s a lucky man.”

Camila turns to me and raises her brows, “And you’re looking to be a lucky man too, with Mandy and all.”

I lick my lips, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

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