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I’m just going to have to suppress those thoughts for now.

Spark comes walking up to me, eyeing the group of men over by the bar. “Hey, I wanted to talk to you. Zoe told me Doc’s cool with you two shooting, the whole women thing or whatever, but how does he feel about me in that scenario?”

I almost forgot about Spark.

Zoe and I shot the other day, but we didn’t include Spark.

He chuckles lightly, “Your expression tells me you haven’t talked to him about it. I’m gonna do that, though, okay? I don’t want it puttin’ any strain on your relationship and it feels like the right thing to do.”

I shoot him a soft smile. “Thank you, Spark. I really appreciate that.”

EPILOGUE

Doc

New Year’s Eve…

The clubhouse is packed, wall to wall bodies grinding and bouncing to the heavy beat blasting from the speakers.

Flashing lights strobe across the room, casting shadows on the rock and wood walls.

Leather cuts, tight dresses, tattoos and piercings everywhere I look.

It's New Year's Eve and the club is throwing one hell of a party to kick off another year of raising hell.

I grab a beer from the bar and scan the room, taking in the familiar faces of my brothers and their ol’ ladies mixed in with the fresh meat, the club girls looking to hop on the back of a bike for the night.

My eyes land on Sera across the room and I freeze.

Even in the dim light, I can see her eyes are glassy, those pouty lips pursed into a frown.

Something's not right.

I weave through the crowd toward her, ignoring the loud nature of everyone around us.

When I reach her, she doesn't even glance my way, just keeps staring off into space with that troubled look on her face.

"Hey, something going on?" I ask, leaning in close so she can hear me over the thumping music.

She doesn't respond for a long moment.

Then she turns to me, sadness etched on her beautiful face. "My grandpa didn't show up. He was supposed to be here tonight."

I know how much that old man means to her.

He's the only family she's got left that's worth a damn.

I put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into my side. "You wanna go check on him? Make sure he's all right?"

Sera nods, searching the space for her man.

In the strobe lights, I catch Turmoil's eye across the room.

He sees the look on Sera's face and makes his way over. "What's up?" he asks gruffly.

I give him the rundown. "Her gramps didn't show. We should go make sure the old man's okay.”

Turmoil nods. "Yeah, good idea. Babe, let’s go see how your gramps is. Who knows, that ol’ bachelor could have a couple of ladies over."

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