Page 44 of Doc's Decision

When it lands on Turmoil, there's a flicker of sympathy, but his voice remains as authoritative as ever. "Turmoil, you know Sera the best. I need you to dig deep, brother. Any place she might go, people she'd turn to. We have to retrace her steps, find out where she was last seen before she went dark on us."

Turmoil drags a hand over his face, looking like he's aged a decade in the span of an hour. "The casino, for sure. Her condo. Probably her grandfather's place."

His expression twists with a mix of rage and anguish I feel in my own gut.

If this was Mandy in Sera’s shoes, I don’t know what I’d do.

"I swear if that cunt Sally has touched one hair on Sera's head..."

Widow rests a heavy hand on Turmoil's shoulder, steadying him. "We'll get your girl back, and make that bitch pay. But we gotta keep our heads, go about this the smart way. None of us can help Sera if we're seeing red."

A hollow opens up in my chest when I think about what could be happening to her.

We take care of our own, and Sera is ours, down to the fucking bone.

I can still see her teasing smile as she sassed Turmoil at the bar, the way her eyes danced with secrets.

She’s one of the toughest women I've ever met, and she’s his perfect woman.

She has to be okay. I refuse to consider any other possibility.

We'll rip the city apart until we find her.

As for Sally Bernard…well, her mother better know now is the time she should run, because we’re coming for her and hell is coming with us.

Turmoil straightens up, his jaw set in determined lines. "Her grandfather is the reason she found out the truth, about her father being a shitbag."

All our eyes turn to him, waiting for Turmoil to keep going. "Sera said the old man didn't approve of the way her mother was helping her avenge a man who didn’t deserve it, wanted to give Sera an option to stop. He told her who Lunatic really was, which isn’t hard to imagine."

Damon rubs his chin, wheels clearly turning behind those keen eyes. "Sounds like Gramps might be our best shot at getting a lead on her then."

Turmoil nods, his voice growing weary. “It's a long shot, but fuck, I'll take any shot we can get right now. I need to get my girl back.”

I pipe up, "I say we pay her grandpa a visit. We all know her mom's evil as fuck, but the old timer seems decent, from what Sera's said."

I remember Sera mentioning how her grandfather doted on her growing up, shielding her from her parents' fucked up world.

The man's got balls, I'll give him that.

Damon nods slowly. "You're right, Doc. Gramps could be the key." He fixes us all with a steely gaze. "But we need to be smart about this. Do our homework before we make a move."

Zoe gets up from a couch in the corner, Spark eyeing her nervously as she walks right into the center of the room.

She swallows hard, her soft voice cuts through the tense silence like a blade. "I shouldn't be saying this, because Sera wanted to tell you herself, but..." She fixes her gaze on Turmoil, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "She's pregnant."

Wait, what the fuck?

I want to think she’s joking, but there’s no way in fucking hell Zoe would joke about something like this.

The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest.

I can only imagine how hard they’re hitting him.

Turmoil goes dead still, his face draining of color.

Jesus Christ, this changes everything.

Sera's not the only one in danger. We have to think about her and Turmoil’s little one now too.

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