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“Is it that vet woman I saw you ogling the few times I was with you at the gym? Is she why you won’t give me the time of day?” she asks, and I can tell she’s fighting to keep her anger in check. But I continue dressing in jeans and clean black T-shirt.
“None of your fucking business,” I tell her gruffly, already sick of her presence. Sliding into my cut, I know it’s a dick thing to say, but she has no claim over me. Not anymore.
“The only reason I put you up in my house was so that you and Finn had a place to stay. You have no claim over me. And you lost that right when you left. I hope we understand each other?” I say, my eyes boring into the side of her head. But she still refuses to look at me.
“Loud and clear,” she replies tightly, stomping to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Shaking my head, I quickly tie my dark brown mane away from my face; leaving my room, I go in search of my old man. Finding him at the bar in the common room, Everleigh on his lap, drinking coffee.
I fight back an eye roll as I realize they both look like a picture of perfect domesticity, and for the first time since they got together, I can actually see the love they both have for each other. Or was that because I allowed myself to see it shining from both their eyes for the first time?
On the floor, by Everleigh’s feet, is baby Ivy, my little sister and Finn, my boy, playing quietly together, and I can’t help but smile. All that’s missing is Asher, my baby brother, who my pops had with a club whore. But being nine years old, he’s in school.
The other brothers were milling around, but Tiny was nowhere to be seen. Last I heard, he was drinking away his woes in the privacy of his own home, not bothering to even acknowledge the little angel some bitch dumped at the clubhouse months ago. The kid being the reason Sage had left, most probably for good since Bella was proof the big lug cheated on her.
Once. But yeah, once was enough.
And if he was spending his days drinking, that meant he’d given up. On Sage and on Bella.
“Good morning, Pops, Mom.” I joke and grin when they both look at me and roll their eyes.
“Morning, son,” my dad replies as I slide next to him on the stool at the bar. “Your shadow, not with you this morning?” He sounds surprised, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“That’s who I wanted to talk to you about. Can we go somewhere private?”
He arches a dark brow and stares back at me questioningly. I try to communicate silently that what I have to say can’t be spoken about in front of Everleigh. Though she is a doctor, so maybe she can be of some help after all.
She made a move to get up and leave, but I extend my hand for her to stay seated. “Don’t go. Maybe you can help as well. Oh, before I forget, did you call Mariah this morning?”
Curiosity is now on both their faces, and I clear my throat, looking over my dad’s shoulder to make sure Mariah doesn’t make an appearance before continuing.
Everleigh frowns. “No, why would I need to call her?”
I nod. So Mariah was lying. Of course. “I thought so.” My expression becomes grave, but I don’t elaborate further, instead, needing to discuss my suspicions with them, “Look, I’m almost certain I’m being drugged.” I begin, ignoring Everleigh’s stunned gasp and my father’s narrowed eyes.
We’re all silent for a beat, as my dad absorbs what I’ve just told him.
“You’re being what, now?” The President of the Devil’s Carnage MC cuts in gruffly, and Everleigh places a gentle, calming hand on his arm, as a silent conversation between them ensues.
“Just let me finish before you fire questions at me, okay?” I implore.
He nods without speaking, and I’m grateful for that.
“It all started a few weeks after Mariah arrived. Remember, she was complaining she lost her Dallas job, and you gave her one behind the bar?” Another shocked gasp sounded from Everleigh, and this time I couldn’t help the bark of laughter.
“I meant he gave her a job working behind the bar. Sorry.” But I wasn’t really, the look on her face at my words was priceless.
My father’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, and Everleigh swats at him angrily. He finally composes himself and motions for me to continue. Just then, Ink tears through the door, his face has a look of horror on it, and I’m immediately on alert.
“There’s a fire at Sera’s house,” he announces before turning on his heel and leaving again. I get up, and my pops does the same. Kissing my boy on his dark head, I head toward my sled and even though my legs were shaking, I straddle it without falling over.
Instead of following Ink in formation, I ride ahead, uncaring if they were behind me or not. Getting to the house in the quiet cul-de-sac, I find it well alight, and people are already milling around. Guilt consumes me because this wouldn’t be happening if I had kept a prospect on her. But when Mariah arrived, I’d removed him, thinking there was no need for him any longer.
Sliding off my sled, I throw my helmet to the ground and stalk to the front door, and without thinking, kick it in. Just as I do, our eyes meet, and its then Sera collapses to the ground. I catch her and her daughter Willow before she hits the ground and drops the child, handing her over to Ink, just as the paramedics arrive. I take Sera outside and lay her on the front lawn and reluctantly let them do what needs to be done.
As I watch them work on her, I’m frozen to the spot, unable to move.
She still hasn’t woken up, which worries me. When they finally get her onto the stretcher, Ink and I end up shoving each other, both insisting on riding in the ambulance with her.