Page 58 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

He’s so warm and his heart beats loudly enough for me to hear from this position against his chest.

“I told you, she’s innocent.”

“Mom has cancer,” Wyatt says, his voice fading away to a whisper.

“She didn’t want you to know.”

“You can’t carry that type of shit on your own.”

“I know. I… lost myself a little with the gambling.”

“How much?” Wyatt asks knowingly. “You must have lost or you’d be here with a Ducati instead of a therapist.”

Ethan’s heart quickens. “$250 grand. Something like that.”

“Fuck.”

What the fuck? Ethan won’t let me move against his chest, but I can’t believe how much I’m learning about this man here and it’s hard not to say something.

“She could be doing fine for all we know,” Ethan says, but I can tell he doesn’t believe it. “She wants to get back to Boston for her next appointment, where they go over the results and… all that shit.”

“Mom…” Southpaw groans. “She almost got us both killed.”

His mother probably hoped her grown ass sons had more sense not to shoot each other over some bullshit, but I bite my lip.

“How bad is it, Ethan?”

“What? The cancer? It’s fucking cancer.”

Wyatt sighs. He seems more reactive than his brother, or maybe I just don’t know him well. “The cancer. The gambling.”

“She’s good at her job,” Ethan says, his grasp on me tightening. “I’m… healing.”

Healing? He might be temporarily clean, but I don’t think he’s anywhere near healed.

“What the fuck is mom thinking?”

“She’s our mother. She’s a crazy ass biker chick who stole dad from someone else. She’s thinking crazy ass biker chick shit.”

Wyatt grunts in response.

“We need to talk about Boston, then. Since, as it turns out… my wife was right.”

“What did she say?” Ethan asks. “Anna has always… disliked me.”

“She said you would never betray our family. That you loved us… and that you were probably distracted by a woman.”

Ethan guiltily loosens his grip on me and all but shoves me out of his jacket. I guess our little moment is over.

“She’s just my therapist.”

“She looks familiar, which made me wonder if… I don’t know. She’s some sort of spy.”

“I promise, she isn’t.”

“I’ll have Tamiya do a background check regardless.”

“Just leave it, Wyatt.”

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