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Fuck.

I watch as his beautiful girl walks over in some scrubs, looking fucking innocent, a small smile in place, but her face soon pales when Ink demands, “Did you know he recorded you getting undressed this morning?”

“What are you talking about?” she asks with a slight tremor and Hawk mutters, “Fuck,” as Ink gets in his wife’s face and growls, “Did you know Jimmy was recording you getting undressed?” he leans down, “Did you know he went to middle school with you and was obsessed with you?” her eyes tear up, “Did you fucking know that his goal was to bring down our club just so he could ship our kids away and have you all to himself?”

“No, he wouldn’t do that, he’s my friend,” Sophie tries, and I blink because fuck, she’s in instant denial even when her own husband is telling her what is what.

“Dammit, Sophie,” I hear Leah mutter as Ink snaps, “Thunder caught him red-handed, the fucker admitted to his plan, believing we were fucking puppies and he was safe!” Shaking his head at her, he takes a step back and demands, “When are you going to fucking think about the family. Think about me, instead of what you always want? When are you going to stop being selfish?”

“That isn’t fair!” she chokes, “I thought he was my friend.”

“You mean like Clitter?!” Ink shouts, “You are always putting other people in danger because you seem to think what you believe is best!”

Sophie flinches, and she whispers, “I’m sorry…”

“Well, this time sorry isn’t good enough,” he grunts, and her eyes widen.

“What is that supposed to mean?” she asks, shocked, while we all watch on like their lives are some kind of soap opera.

I must admit, this is literally the first time I’ve seen a brother so disappointed in his old lady that he knows he loves to death.

“It means you either get yourself some fucking help and quick, or me and you are done,” Ink threatens, and Sophie’s tears fall before she spins on her heels and rushes out of the clubhouse, and I blink.

“Did she really just run outta here instead of apologizing when she not only threatened the club but also her marriage?” I ask, perplexed, and Ink snorts.

“Sophie always thinks she’s right,” Leah admits, “She was the same when we were kids, and she hates it when she’s proven wrong.”

“My wife is still very much immature and likes to blame it on the death of her mother. Don’t get me wrong, that was fucking hard and could traumatize anyone, but she’s been using it as an excuse way too fucking much lately, and it’s every time she messes up,” Ink grunts and Hawk adds, “It’s Sophie’s way or the highway and honestly, she needed the reality check. That fucker that she begged to be kept as a part of the club all because she thought he was innocent despite the proof we had, could have killed her if she wasn’t careful.”

I nod and mumble, “I used to feel jealous of all you brothers settling down and having kids, but I’m starting to think maybe being single is the best fucking route.”

The brothers chuckle, but laughter soon rings out when Axel says, “You say that now, but just you wait, brother. Now get your ass outside, let's go see Doc,” and I groan as he shoves me towards the door and fuck, even Ink’s lips twitch the fucker.

***

I tilt my head at the screen before me while Axel shakes his head at my stupidity and Dr. Thomas, as I’ve been told to call him while inside these walls, which makes shit easier for me, sighs as he looks at his screen.

“So, I need surgery?” I confirm, and the man nods.

Fuck.

“See this here,” he says, pointing to a weird line on the screen that looks squished, and I nod. “That nerve is trapped in scar tissue, and normally therapy could help dislodge it, but because you’ve gone so long without any treatment, the only option right now is for me to intervene surgically. Now, as for your knee,” he shakes his head at me, giving me that disappointed dad look, “It needs a nerve graft which can take up to a year to recover, though luckily, you’ll still be able to ride after a few months recovery.”

Fuck me…

“Doc is going to kill me,” I grunt, and Axel snorts just as a knock sounds on the door.

Dr. Thomas presses a few buttons on his computer, causing the screen to sleep before he announces, “Come in.”

The door opens, but I don’t look, instead, I keep my eyes on the black screen.

Surgery? Fucking surgery?

“Dr. Aimes, what can I do for you?” Dr. Thomas asks gently, and a voice replies, “Your wife is in the waiting room- something about not allowing you to miss lunch again?” and I tense as the voice vibrates right through me, my heart rate picking up.

Dr. Thomas chuckles while Axel side-eyes me as I spin in my seat and lock eyes with the most beautiful dark blue eyes I have ever seen, and fuck me…

“Dr. Aimes, I’d like for you to meet Th–”