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Reaper nodded. “Makes sense.”

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table. “Then we need to find out what it is. Whatever they’re hiding, it has to be the key to getting those files.”

Chapter Seven

Dante

St. John’s Presbyterian Hospital, New York City.

“You want me to what?” I asked incredulously as everyone stared at me. They had to be fucking joking. There was no fucking way I would ever agree to this shit. They had to know it.

“Look, Intern,” Montana groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was thinking—”

“And that right there is your fucking problem,” I snarked.

“What is?” Montana growled.

“Thinking!” I shouted at the president of the Soulless Sinners, who grumbled, and Reaper chuckled, but said nothing. “Let me break this down on how shit is going to go here on out. Danny is my husband. Not yours, mine. I am taking him home where he will continue to heal and rest. I don’t give a flying fuck what you all do. All I care about is Danny. As for everything else, you all fucking created this mess, you fucking figure it out!”

Montana growled again as Mercy quickly stepped in front of him and said, “We all want the same thing, Intern, for Sypher to remember, but even you have to agree, he would be safer at the clubhouse.”

“No.” I shook my head. “You guys only want him there so you can try to force him to remember. You heard what the doctors said. We can’t force this. If we do, we could cause more harm than good.”

“That’s why he needs to go home to Tennessee,” Ace grumbled, standing next to Bailey and Charlie. “He remembers home. Everyone there will protect him and give him the rest he needs.”

“Oh, shut up, Ace,” I snarked. “You are just as bad as them. You only want him back in Tennessee so you can hide him away from the clubs and everyone else. Danny wouldn’t want that and you fucking know it. None of you give a damn about his mental well-being. All you care about is what he has stored in his head and how fast you can get it out.”

Ace sneered, “You don’t know what I want or what my brother suffered.”

“The fuck I don’t!” I shouted. “I don’t need to see that fucking file you are holding on to for dear life. I know what that bitch did to him. You think I’m fucking stupid? I survived her and so will Danny! None of you understand. You never will, so back the fuck off!”

“What the hell is going on here?” Dr. Robinette seethed, walking toward us, looking decidedly pissed off. “This is a fucking hospital, not a fucking clubhouse.”

“It’s nothing, Mere,” Montana huffed. “Just a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t lie to me, Montana. What the hell is going on?”

“They want me to pretend that Danny and I are not married. They want to take him to the clubhouse, and Ace wants to take him back home, but none of them once asked what Danny wants.”

“That’s because he doesn’t know what he wants,” Ace argued. “He doesn’t remember you, Dante. He has no idea he’s married, let alone to a man.”

“Don’t fucking go there, Ace,” I seethed, barely hanging on by a fucking thread. “If you’ve got a fucking problem with me, just say it.”

Ace’s eyes narrowed, fury and frustration boiling beneath the surface. “You think this is about you? About your marriage?” He shook his head, exasperation evident in his clenched fists. “It’s about Danny’s safety, his sanity. You can’t see that because you’re too blinded by your own feelings.”

I took a step forward, my voice trembling with controlled rage. “My feelings for Danny are the only thing keeping me grounded right now. You think I don’t want what’s best for him? That I haven’t spent sleepless nights worrying about his safety?”

Dr. Robinette raised a hand, demanding attention. “Enough! This is not how we resolve things. Danny’s care is the priority here. We need to come together, for his sake.”

Bailey, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up, voice calm but firm. “We all want what’s best for Danny. Fighting amongst ourselves won’t help him. We need to listen to each other and find a solution that puts Danny first.”

There was a moment of heavy silence, the tension in the air palpable as I took a deep breath, my gaze steady on Ace. “All I’m asking is that we consider what Danny would want. Not just what’s easiest for us.”

Ace exhaled sharply, the fight slowly draining from his stance. “Fine. Let’s ask Danny then.”

Opening the front door, I stepped to the side as Danny walked in.

He really hadn’t said much since we left the hospital, not that I really expected him to after the scene back at the hospital. I got that everyone was worried about his well-being and only wanted to protect him, but they should have known, regardless of what he remembered or not, Danny was his own man and was more than capable of deciding where he wanted to go. In the end, Danny chose to stay in the city, ignoring Ace all together. As for Bailey and Charlie, they decided to catch the next flight back to Tennessee, seeing as there wasn’t much more they could do here.

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