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“Ky isn’t the one who did this to me,” she replies, reading the situation straight away. Her voice gravelly as she squeezes my hand in hers, and I squeeze back.

“Okay, if you say so,” he says, clearly not believing her. “Anyway, as you know, you’ve miscarried.” Sera’s brown eyes seek mine, a nervous look on her pale, worn-out face. “There was extensive damage due to the infection, but we were able to save the uterus and tubes. There’s a lot of scarring, unfortunately, I don’t believe you’ll be able to carry another child to term.” He drones on in a robotic voice that made me want to throw him across the room.

“Any questions?” he asks, after prattling off his monologue.

Her headshake is barely audible, and the tremble in her lip betrays the tears welling up in her eyes. I want to strangle the son of a bitch.

“Yeah, I have one,” I say, stopping him in his tracks. He turns and arches a brow, looking down his nose at me. “When can she get out of here?”

“I’d like her to be here for the next few days, to monitor the infection, and to complete the course of intravenous antibiotics. She should be well enough to go home after that.” With that said, the prick walks out.

“The asshole’s bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired,” I grumble, and Sera shocks me with a chuckle, which then brings on a cough. I quickly hand her the cup of water, and she drinks gratefully.

“I’m sorry.” I reply sheepishly.

“It’s fine,” she says, as the others file back into the room. I can see she’s overwhelmed by the visit, especially seeing Everleigh, and after ten minutes, I kick them out. Even Ink goes willingly.

She clears her throat, a raspy sound that cuts through the quiet, and I go to hand her the water again, but she lifts her hand to stop me.

“I’m fine. Truly. How’s Tiny? Angelo shot him in front of me,” she replies sadly, her eyes filling with tears. I’m sure she can see by my face that things aren’t good, and she doesn’t ask for me to elaborate.

“His woman, Sage, is on her way here from Washington with the kids. It might just be the motivation he needs to wake up and get better,” I tell her.

“Sounds like there’s a story there,” Sera says.

“Boy, is there a story?” I reply, telling her everything that happened that had Sage running for the hills.

“I heard about the baby Zoe and Chains are looking after. It’s a very sad situation all round.” I shake my head, even though at this stage they would be the preferable parents to baby Bella. Tiny hasn’t once looked in on her since he’s been back.

“I know Zoe’s always wanted to have children,” Sera admits, a gasp escaping her lips at what she’s just revealed and slapping a hand against her mouth. “Please don’t tell Chains what I just said,” she pleads, and I give her a soft grin.

“Your secret is safe with me. Though I have to tell you, he’s wanting the same thing,” I admit.

“Are we ignoring the elephant in the room?” she broaches.

“You mean, is Angelo caught? Not yet, but the fucker’s living on borrowed time for what he did to you,” I vow.

“I should’ve just given him my inheritance. Then I wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place.”

I stare at her for a beat. “He did all this because he wanted your inheritance?” I demand to know.

“If you already didn’t know, Angelo is a selfish, arrogant asshole. I could add a few other things to that list, but I’d rather not waste my time thinking about him anymore. Just so you know, he’ll never get a penny from me. Willow will get it all.”

“Speaking of the kid. You and I are going to have a chat about her when you’re up to it,” I warn.

Sera chews on her bottom lip with her teeth, the only sign that she’s not looking forward to that conversation.

“I was going to tell you about her; I just didn’t know how. You and I weren’t exactly on good terms when I arrived in Briar Creek. You even thought I’d burnt down my clinic and your gym. But that was all Angelo. I thought by coming to Briar Creek and putting thousands of miles between myself and Angelo, I could live a normal life, but obviously he had other ideas.”

I struggle to control the rising tide of anger within me.

“We’ll talk about it when you’re feeling better,” I say through a clenched jaw, grabbing my cut that’s draped over the chair I was sitting in. I needed to get out of here before I said or did something we couldn’t get back from. I guess I was still harboring bad feelings about her keeping Willow’s identity from me, after all.

“Where are you going?” she asks, panic in her voice, but I force myself to ignore it as I stride toward the door.

“I need to get some air. I’ll return tomorrow. Get some rest.” I throw over my shoulder before leaving the room. Out in the parking lot, I straddle my sled, taking a few deep breaths.

I needed to clear my head, so instead of returning to the Burning Sentinels clubhouse, I rode.

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