Page 82 of Doc's Decision

This is a side of her I've never seen before—a fierce mama bear ready to tear apart anyone who threatens her cub.

"I get that, trust me," I reassure her, rubbing a soothing hand down her back. "But you know the club will always have yourback, right? None of us will rest until your egg donor pays for what she did."

Sera nods, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. "I know. And I'm grateful, truly. But this is personal now. I can't just sit back and let everyone else fight my battles."

Her eyes take on a determined gleam. "I have my own plans in motion too. My grandfather has been feeding me information, gathering evidence against my mother and her corrupt empire."

This catches my interest. "Is your granddad helping beyond the stuff with the businesses? I remember Camila said he's the one who gave them the address where your mom was keeping you hostage?"

"He did," Sera confirms. "But that's not all. He's been my mole on the inside, keeping tabs on my mother's activity, her accounts, properties. Anything that could help take her down. He’s acting like he can’t believe what I did, playing out the whole double agent angle. My mum will never suspect him."

She huffs out a frustrated breath. "But ever since the club rescued me from that damn wellness center, my mother's gone suspiciously silent. Vanished without a trace. She's even abandoned her businesses, leaving everything in chaos. That’s how me and my grandfather are making our moves so effortlessly. The shareholders don’t like the position mum’s left them in."

An uneasy feeling prickles at the base of my skull.

I've seen firsthand how cold and calculating Sera's mother can be.

For her to just up and disappear like this, without so much as a power play or parting threat...it worries me that she has something else tucked up her sleeve.

But I try to push those fears aside for now, focusing on supporting my friend. "Hey, we'll figure this out, okay? You've got some pretty fucking brilliant and badass minds inyour corner. If anyone can smoke out the wicked witch of Westminster, it's this crew."

That manages to coax a small smile from Sera, and a heartfelt laugh. "I suppose you're right. Between my grandfather's intel, the club's strategic prowess, and my own thirst for vengeance...my mother won't know what hit her. And we’re not from Westminster, but God that was a bloody good joke."

"Damn straight," Kat chimes in, clearly having been eavesdropping on our conversation.

She leans over the back of the couch, her expression serious for once. "Listen up, Sera. You're a Reaper now, you hear me? The ol’ lady to one of our prospects, carrying the next generation in your belly. That makes you untouchable."

Kat's eyes flash with fierce loyalty. "So you just focus on growing that little prince or princess, yeah? Let us handle the rest. Because trust and believe, we won't let that cunt lay another finger on you or the nugget, even if we have to burn all of England to the ground to do it."

Sera blinks rapidly, clearly touched by the outpouring of support. "Thank you, Kat. All of you. I've never had real female friends before...I didn't realize what I was missing until now."

Kat quips, lightening the emotional mood. "Aww, shit girl, you're gonna make me ruin my mascara."

She vaults over the couch to plop between Sera and me, throwing an arm around each of us.

"Now, enough of this doom and gloom crap! It's Saturday, the kid's are at Gemma's, and we've got an entire confectionary cornucopia just begging to be devoured. So let's stuff our faces, watch trashy reality TV, and cook up a nice dinner for everyone in a couple of hours. What do ya say?"

The tension shatters as we all burst into laughter.

So I settle in, squashed between two good friends on this beaten up couch that's seen more action than Jenna Jameson.

It’s just another lazy Saturday with my fellow ol’ ladies on the compound.

The day continues in a whirl of laughter, gossip and food.

Kat’s idea to binge watch trashy reality TV turns out to be surprisingly entertaining, further cementing the bond between us.

Sera loosens up more with every passing hour, her laughter echoing through the modular.

As the sun starts to sink, painting the sky outside with hues of purple and pink, I help Camila in the clubhouse kitchen start prepping dinner.

The smell of roast chicken wafts tantalizingly from the oven, mixing with the aroma of garlic bread that Ivy is buttering at the counter.

"Damn, it smells so good in here," Zoe comments as she strolls into the kitchen, a sleepy Kash clinging onto her shoulder.

She's just woken him up from his afternoon nap and his chubby cheeks are flushed from sleep. "What's on the menu tonight?"

Camila grins at her over her shoulder. "We've got roast chicken with mashed potatoes, green beans, salad and garlic bread.

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