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Before he was the club president, I thought Pocus was my friend. I thought of all people Pocus would understand. He had the power to reach out and see the truth inside me, but he chose not to use it. How could he believe my stupid lies when he’s supposedly my best friend?

“Fuck you, Pocus,” I say, standing up abruptly and knocking my chair to the floor with a clatter. “Fuck you all.”

I storm out of the meeting room, taking all my anger, fear, and frustration with me.

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Ifinally spot Seer’s black Honda Gold Wing in the distance. The monster must be flying over 100km/hr, and it makes me wonder just how hot Seer is boiling. Seeing him drive that fast worries me. Something is wrong with Seer, and I sense a self-destructiveness in him. I’m afraid of where it might lead him.

I increase my speed, acting on the urgent need to contact him. When Seer left Church earlier and jumped on his motorcycle, I felt a nudge in my soul. At first, I thought it was guilt, but I couldn’t get rid of the urge to go after him. It was a sort of premonition. In times like these, the weight of my position bears down heavily… When it concerns matters that involve the people closest to me, I can’t help but doubt my choices and second-guess my decisions. I’m never one to explain my actions or the reason behind them, and I’ve learned not to second guess or justify them. But I want to reassure Seer of my loyalty as a friend and how it’s very much separate from my duties as the president of the MC.

I’ve been sensing pain in Seer since long before the incident with Hex, but I haven’t wanted to pry, hoping he’d open up to me in his own time. If only I’d confronted it head-on, none of this would have happened. And now I’m watching Seer destroy his position in the club and maybe even himself. It was as if he wanted everyone to hate him on purpose. I need to know what the hell is going on with him. It’s why I came after him.

Seer veers into the opposite lane, barely swerving in time to avoid an oncoming truck before returning to his lane.

Something isn’t right.

He’s speeding, but that’s not the problem. It’s the way he suddenly jerks forward in his seat, grabbing onto the side of his helmet with one hand. He hunches further into himself, and even from a distance, I can tell that something is very wrong.

“Fuck, Seer!” I mutter under my breath.

Damn, he’s losing control, and fast.I immediately accelerate my bike, praying to whatever supreme being might be up there that I catch up with Seer in time.

In time for what? I don’t want to think about it.

Seer’s bike veers off the main road and down a roadside cliff. The loud crashing sound echoes loudly over the empty highway, bouncing off the walls of my head. I brake hard, jumping off my bike even before the engine dies. I run, urged forward by the adrenaline pulsing in my veins.

“Seer!”

Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!!

I jump blindly down the ledge, rolling and sliding down the rocky edges until I land on solid ground. I gape in horror at the wreck that, only moments ago, was Seer’s motorcycle. I look around wildly, searching for Seer. He’s lying on a tree trunk in the distance. I stumble over to him, oblivious to the bruises and scratches I’ve taken getting down the cliff-side.

I reach out to touch him, my hands trembling uncontrollably. “Seer?”

I pull his motionless body into my arms and jostle him gently. “Get the fuck up, motherfucker! Fuck!”

However, it doesn’t matter how hard I scream. He’s too far gone to hear my voice.

CHAPTERFOUR

Irun a hand through my hair, clinching the other in a fist to control my anger and fear. The vitals monitor’s beep only heightens my anxiety. But I suppose I should be grateful it’s beeping at all. I glare at the nurse, who is fumbling with the IV bag. She goes an unusual shade of red and green, not meeting my gaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I snap, unable to contain my irritation. “Why the fuck hasn’t he opened his eyes?”

“I… I…,” the nurse stutters, gesturing helplessly. “I’m only here to get him situated. The doctor will be here soon.”

“How soon is soon?” Hex asks, the harshness in his tone hinting at the apprehension that I know he’s feeling on the inside.

Bones reaches out and gives her a shake. “You don’t know what the fuck you are doing, do you?” he says gruffly in her ear, and she shivers against him, blushing even harder.

The passion that crosses her big brown eyes makes me angry. I can practically taste her arousal on my tongue. She’s as excited as she is terrified. Even as Bones thinks of ways to separate her head from her neck, she’s attracted to him. Unfortunately, my powers have taught me all too well how interlinked fear and excitement are.

“Someone better fucking get an actual doctor in here before there’s another person who needs help!” Bones’ deep voice resonates loudly through the large ER, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. The doe-eyed nurse whimpers, squirming. She’s annoying the fuck out of me. I run a hand down my face with a ragged sigh. I understand how overwhelming it might be to have a bunch of dangerous-looking bikers glaring at you with varying degrees of murderous intent while being manhandled by an imposing masculine frame like Bones’. But Seer needs a professional. I can feel his soul slip farther away with every second wasted, and the nurse’s incompetence is right here for me to blame.

“Who the fuck sends a rookie nurse to the ER?” Hex scoffs, glaring at the woman with distaste.

“Let her go,” I say to Bones with a tired sigh.

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