Page 88 of Doc's Decision

Those two have been spending more time together, working on mending fences after all the drama surrounding me.

Doc sets a bowl down on the coffee table in front of me, dropping a quick kiss to the top of my head. "Thought you could use some comfort food, baby."

I give him a grateful smile, the small gesture warming my heart.

This thoughtful man is mine and I'll be damned if I let anything happen to him.

"Shiver," Damon barks, pulling his attention away from the bowl Shiver was about to dig into. "You and Jolt are gonna be heading up to Montana tomorrow. Sally's been spotted there and I need boots on the ground up there ASAP."

"Whatever you need, Prez," Shiver says without hesitation, setting his bowl aside.

There's a hardness to his eyes, a lethal edge that comes from being a stone cold type of man. "Me and Jolt will handle shit."

Damon looks to Sera again. "Any clue what your mother would want in Montana? Why the fuck she'd go there of all places?"

Sera shakes her head slowly. "I think this may be part of her mad plan. She wanted to systematically hit every charter, bring the Reapers to their knees." Her words send a chill down my spine.

"Fuck!" Damon explodes, slamming his fist against the wall.

The raw fury and frustration emanating from him is palpable.

Shiver stands, squaring his broad shoulders. "Like I said, we'll take care of it. I'll go get my shit packed so we can head out first thing."

As I watch him walk away, a sick feeling churns in my gut.

This is really happening.

The danger is ramping up and shit is about to get very, very real.

I glance over at Doc, seeing my own worry reflected in his intense blue eyes.

He pulls me into his arms and I go willingly, needing his solid strength in this moment. "We'll get through this, Mandy," he murmurs against my hair. "The club is ride or die. We take care of our own, no matter what."

I burrow closer, breathing in his comforting scent of leather and smoke and man.

"I know," I whisper.

And I do know, deep in my bones, that I've found where I belong with Doc and the Reapers Rejects.

I grip Doc's shoulders, tension coiling through my body as I watch Booger stride purposefully into the main room of the clubhouse.

His normally jovial expression is stony as he makes a beeline for Sera.

"Got a sec?" he asks, jerking his head toward the hallway leading to the dorms.

Sera glances up from her phone, arching one perfectly sculpted brow. "Of course." Rising gracefully to her feet, she follows him out of earshot.

Unease skitters down my spine.

Something's up, I can feel it.

Doc must sense it too, because his arm tightens around my waist.

"The fuck's going on now?" he mutters under his breath.

I just shake my head, eyes glued to Booger and Sera's retreating forms.

A minute later, they return, Sera's face an expressionless mask while Booger looks downright grim.

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