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She pulled away from him, wiping her eyes. “How did you know?”

“Kade called me,” Drake answered her, and I cringed hearing my real name.

Still, don’t know why I liked it when Abby said it but when anyone else said it, it made me cringe.

Her swollen eyes landed on mine, and she almost looked thankful. First time in days she hadn’t looked at me with anger or given me this empty expression.

I wanted to say something, anything that would cause her to keep looking at me like that, keep her from going cold on me again.

But I had nothing.

“Harrisons?” A doctor stepped into the room. Immediately Kim and Abby sprang up from their seats.

The doctor’s eyes landed on Abby, and they softened. “Jed has been moved to the ICU. He’s recovering but needs to be closely monitored.”

“So he made it.” Kim seemed amazed.

The doctor nodded his head “Your father is a strong man. But his heart can’t take much more, if he has another attack like that, we won’t be able to do much. Which is why we will be monitoring him extremely closely.”

Abby sighed in relief and closed her eyes. That would have taken some stress off her.

“Can we see him?” she asked, opening her eyes and looking calmer.

“Of course, I’ll take you myself.” The doctor smiled kindly at her, but there was something about that smile I didn’t trust.

You had to be fucking kidding me.

She had a motherfucking doctor chasing her now as well?

What the hell was it with this woman causing men to follow her and drool over her?

Great, another one to deal with.

At least he was a citizen, and if there was one thing about Abby, it was she never went for a straight-cut type of guy.

Chapter 67

Reaper

You don’t get to where I am in life without doing a lot of shit you shouldn’t. When I took the Vice President patch, I never thought for a moment of being the President for the mother charter. I was happy to sit back and back up when required.

I had only come back here to be with Abby.

That had backfired in some ways, but we were making amends till I lost my shit at her the other night.

Now I had a club to run, men to pull in line, and a woman who was leaning on every other man but me.

And it was all royally fucked up, thanks to myself.

“The girls are coming.” Brad hit my arm, pulling me from my thoughts.

Abby and Kim were walking down the hallway towards us.

“Abby looks like hell,” Drake muttered beside me.

“What did you expect?” I gave him a clipped reply.

Trigger was the first to make a move and went for Kim.