Page 85 of Doc's Decision

"It adds up," Turmoil chimes in. "Sera shows up out of the blue, then this prick conveniently lands a cushy job and pad in Mandy's building? Not buying that it's a random twist of fate. Then we know Sera’s mom found her out and all that, we got Sera out of that hellhole…but I think her mother had shit in motion already, and I don’t think Mandy’s step-father will be the last of ‘em."

I clench my fists, anger simmering in my veins.

If that conniving cunt thought she could send my girl’s demons after her, she's got another thing coming.

I will never let anything bad happen to her. Her or Kash.

I'll burn her whole fucking world down for them before I let anyone lay a hand on what's mine.

Dixon must sense the fury radiating off me because he places a firm hand on my shoulder. "We'll get to the bottom of this. No one fucks with the Reapers Rejects and gets away with it. Especially not some stuck-up British bitch with a score to settle. Still, don’t ever take shit from the club without clearin’ it with someone again, or you’ll have hell to pay."

I nod, jaw tight. "I’m sorry about that, Dixon, truly." I turn to Turmoil. "Thanks for having my back today, man. I owe you one."

Turmoil waves me off. "Nah, you'd do the same for any of us. That's what brothers are for." He flashes me a grin. "Plus, I can't wait to see the look on Sally’s face when she realizes her little scheme blew up in her plastic ass."

A short bark of laughter escapes me.

Leave it to Turmoil to find the humor in this fucked up situation.

But he's not wrong.

When the club is done with her, that stone cold bitch will wish she never set foot in Vegas.

I give Dixon a stern look, but my seriousness overweighs everything else. "I don't want Mandy knowing what we did to her stepfather," I mutter under my breath.

Dixon eyes me curiously, taking a final drag from his cigarette before flicking it in the ashtray "What did you do?"

I meet his gaze directly. "What I had to do. He's out in the desert now where the scorpions, coyotes, or wild dogs will take care of him."

Understanding dawns in Dixon's eyes and he gives a curt nod of approval. He claps me on the back. "All right boys, enough business talk for now. Let's get our asses to the dinner table before the girls come looking for us and bust our hides. You know how Indra gets when her food starts getting cold."

We all share a knowing chuckle.

Dixon’s ol' lady may be small, but she's got a fiery temper to match that fiery hair of hers.

And ain't nobody wants to be on the receiving end of it.

As we make our way into the main area of the clubhouse, the mouthwatering aroma of roasted chicken and garlic bread wraps around us like a warm hug.

My stomach lets out an appreciative growl, reminding me I haven't eaten a damn thing since breakfast.

We all head back out to the main area and I return to my seat beside Mandy.

She arches a brow, “What was that about?”

I shrug, “Nothing too important, baby.”

My fingers trail absently over Kash's peach fuzz hair as he suckles eagerly at the bottle, tiny hands pawing at the sides.

The kid's got a healthy appetite, just like his old man.

Mandy watches us with a soft smile, love shining in her eyes. "He's been fussy today, fighting sleep. I think he was waiting up for you."

"That so, little man?" I stroke a finger down Kash's round cheek. "Keeping your mama on her toes already. Atta boy."

Mandy rolls her eyes playfully, bumping her shoulder into mine. "Like father, like son. You're both determined to run me ragged."

A wicked grin tugs at my mouth. "Don't pretend you don't love every second of it, sweetheart. Besides, I can think of far more fun ways to wear you out..."

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