Page 43 of Doc's Decision

We haven’t said what we are, and I doubt we fucking will for a while.

There’s no label on it, but there’s no doubt in my mind she belongs to me.

Camila’s laughter rings out, breaking the momentary silence. “Look at you blushing like a schoolboy. She must be something special.”

“Yeah, she is,” I respond, feeling a soft smile creeping onto my face as Mandy’s image fills my mind.

Her warmth.

Her laughter.

Her spirit.

I shake my head, trying to wrangle my thoughts back to the present.

Heading back into the main area, I’m midway into a bite of food when the door flies open and Damon strides in, his expression thunderous.

Turmoil is hot on his heels, a coiled spring of tension and barely leashed fury.

All eyes snap to them as a hush falls over the clubhouse.

It’s so quiet in here you could hear a pin drop.

Damon rakes his gaze over the assembled men, prospects, and patches alike.

When he speaks, his voice is a low growl. "Listen up. We've got a situation. Sera's gone dark—no communication, her location disabled. And we all know that isn’t like her."

Murmurs ripple through the room, guys exchanging uneasy glances.

My own pulse kicks up a notch as some of my brothers file into the clubhouse.

Damon holds up a hand, signaling anyone who has questions to be quiet.

He clears his throat and looks around the room, "Normally I'd call an emergency church session, prospects excluded. But shit's different now."

He looks at each of us prospects in turn, with something like respect or maybe even pride in his eyes. "You've all proven yourselves. Shown your loyalty to the club, kept your noses clean. I know damn well none of you is the rat that's been fucking with us."

Damn straight.

We might be newer to the club, but we’d ride or die for it.

To most of us, this club is the only family we’ll ever truly have.

Damon's jaw clenches. "We already know the threat is coming from outside the club’s doors. I’ve already told y’all Sera is missing, and I’ll put money on the fact her mother has something to do with it. Some of you know, and some of you don’t, but Sera’s mother is the one who’s been trying to fuck with the club’s money, take us down, and do damn well anything she can. "

Turmoil makes a low sound, halfway between a snarl and a groan.

His hands flex at his sides, like he's imagining wrapping them around Sally Bernard's throat.

I can't blame him one bit.

If that evil cunt has laid one hand on Sera, I know he’ll rip her mother’s throat right out.

"So here's what we're gonna do," Damon continues grimly. "We're gonna turn over every rock, shake down every source. We will find Turmoil’s girl and bring her back home where she belongs."

His eyes blaze with barely contained violence. "And then? We'll burn the whole fucking world down around Sally Bernard until nothing's left but ashes and dust. The empire she built in the wake of Lunatic’s death will crumble, or be given to her daughter. The choice is hers."

Damon's cold, hard gaze travels the room, marking each face.

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