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Including the look of shock and horror there had been on Lark’s face when she’d seen me flying at the guys who’d taken her.

I couldn’t blame her for her shock.

I hadn’t exactly told her that I had a bad temper and a short fuse about some things. And that, sometimes, when I got pissed enough, I practically blacked out while beating the shit out of someone. If it weren’t for my brothers, I’d likely have taken a lot more lives than I already had. Without even meaning to.

I mean, even if I wanted to tell her that, exactly how did you broach that topic without scaring the shit out of her? No woman wanted to hear that the man she was dating had an explosive, sometimes uncontrollable temper. Because women always knew there was a chance that a man’s anger could manifest as bruises on their skin.

She would never, fucking ever, be at risk of that kind of pain from me, but I could absolutely see how she wouldn’t feel comfortable with that.

It was a discussion we were going to need to have.

After the guys and I handled this giant fucking mess.

It was a full two hours before I could finally climb on my bike and head in the direction of the clinic.

It was a serious-faced Myles I met in the waiting room.

“Is she okay?”

“Yes. And no.”

“She told you what I did.”

“And I’m conflicted,” he admitted.

“I would never put a hand on Lark that way. Any woman. It’s not like that.”

“I’m inclined to believe you. But I’m not the one you need to reassure.”

“I plan to,” I told him.

“Good luck. The doctor seems to have something against the lot of you,” he said, shaking his head.

He wasn’t wrong.

I managed to get past the nurse, but then Dr. Stone came charging toward me when I made it into the hallway of exam rooms.

“You’re not family,” she informed me.

“Myles isn’t family either,” I reminded her.

“It’s different.”

“Because he’s not a biker?” I asked, watching as her eyes flared, but she managed to bite her tongue.

“Because he is her best friend of many years. And you are just a mistake she doesn’t know she’s making yet. But I guess that’s not my business,” she said, jaw tight as she moved past me.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to Lark’s room.

Ready for whatever she had to say to me.

Unless what she had to say was she never wanted to see me again.

Because I wasn’t sure I could ever be ready to hear that.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Lark

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