Page 78 of Single Mom's Bikers

Something passes between the brothers—one of their silent conversations. I force myself to breathe normally.

“Interesting timing,” Zane says carefully. “With everything else going on.”

“Almost done,” Chase murmurs, working faster than usual. Like he senses my urgency.

The door chimes again. It’s Skylar this time with her camera crew in place. I tense, but Chase shifts to block their view.

“No filming,” he says firmly. “Private session.”

Thank God for small mercies.

“Of course.” Skylar’s gaze catches on my arm, professional interest lighting up. “Though that’s gorgeous work. Shame to remove it.”

If she only knew.

Chase finishes quickly, wrapping my arm with care. “We’ll need multiple sessions,” he warns. “Snake designs are tricky to remove completely. Or I can sketch out some ideas for a cover-up once it’s faded.”

“Whatever it takes.” I stand too fast, making the room spin slightly.

Rick steadies me with a hand on my lower back. “You sure you’re okay?”

No. Nothing’s okay. My daughters are in danger because I was careless enough to be caught on camera.

“Fine.” I manage a smile. “Just a little lightheaded.”

“Maybe you should—” Zane starts, but my phone buzzes. Rose’s text makes my blood freeze.

“Black sedan outside school. Girls are safe. Clay handled it.”

“I need to…” The words stick in my throat. “The girls?—”

“Already taken care of.” Rick’s voice stays calm, but his eyes sharpen. “Clay called. Said something about extra security being necessary.”

Of course he did. Nothing happens in Wolf Pike without the brothers knowing.

“Thank you.” The words come out steadier than I feel. “For everything.”

Chase finishes bandaging my arm, his touch lingering. “Whatever you need. You know that.”

But they don’t know what I really need. Don’t know about the baby growing inside me, about Luca’s reach, about the danger I’ve brought to their door.

“I should get back to work.” I gesture vaguely at my desk. “Reports to file.”

They let me go, but I feel their concerned looks following me. Through the window, I glimpse that black sedan cruising past.

My fingers find the bandage covering Luca’s mark. Chase’s removal work is excellent, but it won’t be enough. Nothing will be enough if Luca finds us.

Finds me.

My phone buzzes again. It’s Rose.

“Tell them. Before it’s too late.”

But how do you tell three men you love that you’ve endangered everything? That the baby you’re carrying might be any of theirs? That your past is about to destroy their future?

You don’t.

You just pray the removal sessions work faster than Luca’s men.

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