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“Are you okay?” Reese asks. “I’m worried about you.”
I’m not sure how to answer that. My head hurts, my body is heavy, and I feel tired. But I suppose I’m okay. “Where’s Tempt?” I ask.
All the women flick their gazes to one another, then Reese clears her throat and shifts forward slightly. There is silence. The room is filled with it, then Reese lets out a hum.
“Well, Itch hauled her ass off and threw her into a holding room. Then they called the doctor to check on you, and her. I haven’t seen or heard anything since.”
Sadness washes over me.
He’s with her.
Lying back, I close my eyes and wish for darkness to wash over me and just let me fade away. What is the point of all of this? He doesn’t even care that she hurt me. He’s more concerned over her, and that hurts.
I wish I could get up and take myself home. I don’t want to be here. Although being home isn’t safe, it’s more comfortable than being right here at the moment. I want to be anywhere other than where Tempt is.
ChapterThirty
ITCH
I watchas the prospects drag Tempt out of the building practically kicking and screaming. Following behind them, I ride toward the doctor’s office. This is the last thing I wanted to do tonight after being on the road and dealing with Raul and his people for days, but this needs to be done.
Duke is already at the office when we pull up. A good sign that he, too, wants answers. This bitch is up to something, and I want to know what it is.
I also want to ensure that Duke isn’t at all involved in it, although I don’t get that feeling from him at all. If anything, I feel like Tempt is in on some shit with someone else and we’re all victims.
“Duke,” Legacy grunts as we approach.
Duke jerks his chin, his gaze flicking between each of us, then he stops on me. “Let’s find out some truths. Maybe when she gets called on the carpet, she’ll be ready to talk,” he murmurs.
“Then we need to discuss Dutch and Raul,” I state. “And the supply,” I add.
“Definitely,” Duke mutters.
Walking in through the back door of the office, we move through the building. We’ve all been here to be patched up at least once in our life as MC members. We’re silent as we continue toward the office and stop at the sight of the open door where Tempt is sitting on the edge of the table, her eyes shifting and finding mine.
“You’re an asshole,” she snaps.
Arching a brow, I tilt my head to the side. “Because I want to know the truth?” I ask. “Because I don’t believe you completely? Or is it because I’m not taking your side after you tried to kill my fucking wife?”
“Fuck you,” she grinds out.
I wave her off and turn toward the doctor and nurse, who are busy moving around the room. Then he stops and turns to face us, his eyes flicking between all of us before he speaks.
“You boys wait in the lobby. I’ll come get you in a few,” he mutters. The rest of the men turn and leave, none of them wanting to be around while the doctor does women’s things.
Except me.
I’m not going any fucking where, because I want to see all this shit for myself in real time. I walk toward the chair that is against the wall, take a seat, and extend my legs, crossing them at the ankles as I look at Tempt.
“I don’t want you here,” she snaps.
My lips curve up into a grin. “I don’t give a fuck,” I state.
The doctor chuckles but thankfully doesn’t try to kick me out or anything. He knows the score when it comes to the Devil’s Hellions. He knows where he makes money, and it isn’t from fast bitches like Tempt.
A few moments later, Tempt is on the table as the nurse wheels the ultrasound machine over. I refuse to watch what they’re doing to prepare, mainly because I don’t give much of a fuck. This isn’t some exciting and happy occasion for me, so my interest is only on the results and nothing else.
“Look at the screen,” the doctor announces to the room.
