Page 122 of Single Mom's Bikers

Violet freezes, but Daisy moves instantly, grabbing her sister’s hand. They know this drill—we practiced it even after Luca’s arrest.

“Don’t move.” The man pulls his gun smoothly, making Chase’s client scream. “Nobody needs to die today.”

“Little late for Luca’s revenge, isn’t it?” Zane shifts, putting himself between the threat and my desk. “He’s rotting in maximum security.”

“Boss has unfinished business.” The man’s eyes find me. “Loose ends to tie up.”

My hands shield my belly instinctively. The twins kick harder, sensing my fear.

“Think real carefully about your next move.” Rick emerges from his office, voice deadly calm. “You’re in our territory now.”

The gunman’s smile widens. “Three brothers or thirty. Makes no difference to a bullet.”

Everything happens at once.

Chase’s client bolts for the door, providing a distraction. Zane moves like lightning, closing distance. The gun swings toward him.

Pain rips through my abdomen—sharp and undeniable. Not just fear this time.

A shot cracks. Glass shatters. I can’t tell if anyone’s hit because another contraction steals my breath.

“Evie!” Rick spots my distress even as he grapples with the gunman.

Zane gets the weapon, sending it skidding across the floor. Chase has the man pinned, a tattooing needle pressed to his throat.

“One good reason.” Chase’s voice holds violence. “Give me one reason not to open your jugular.”

“Guys.” I grip my desk as wetness soaks my legs. “My water just broke.”

“Shit.” Zane keeps his boot on the gunman’s chest while pulling out his phone. “Clay, we need cleanup at the gallery. And call the doctor. Babies are coming.”

Another contraction hits. I try breathing like the classes taught, but panic makes it hard to focus.

“The girls,” I gasp. “Check the girls.”

Rick moves toward the bathroom. The moment he opens the door, Violet launches herself at his legs.

“It’s okay, princess.” He lifts her while Daisy follows more cautiously. “Bad man’s not going anywhere.”

“Mama?” Daisy spots me doubled over. “What’s wrong?”

“Your brothers.” I manage a smile through the pain. “They’re ready to meet you.”

Sirens wail closer. Clay bursts in with backup, taking control of our would-be assassin. Rose appears moments later.

“Get her to the hospital.” She takes Violet from Rick. “I’ll handle this and bring the girls once things settle.”

Another contraction grips me. It’s closer now. Real labor, triggered by stress and adrenaline.

“I’ve got her.” Rick lifts me carefully. “Chase, bring the car. Zane?—”

“Already calling ahead.” Zane juggles phones. “Doc’s meeting us there.”

The drive passes in a blur of pain and fear. Rick holds me in the back seat while Chase navigates traffic, with Zane clearing our path on his bike.

“Five minutes apart.” Rick times the contractions. “Breathe, baby. Almost there.”

The hospital entrance is filled with familiar faces—the MC brothers providing security, Doc Jensen waiting with a wheelchair, and Jamie arriving to help coordinate.

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