King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

His movements slowed, and he gave me his full attention. “I am.”

“No, you’re fucking about trying not to step on fucking toes, Zane. That’s not dealing with anything. Don needs to be removed from Kree’s life for good.”

“I don’t remove people like you do, King, and you know that. I’ve got a plan in place that should neutralise the threat to Kree.”

“Should?”

His jaw clenched. “It will fix the problem.”

“When? Because if this fucking problem isn’t fixed in the next couple of days, I’ll take care of it.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he swore. “Give me a week. If it’s not done then, it’s all yours.”

I contemplated that. Kree and the kids were safe here, and I had enough other shit to take care of so this was probably the best option. Against my better judgement, though, I nodded in agreement. “A week. Make sure it’s done.”

Winter stuck his head in the room as Zane went back to what he was doing. Eyeing me, he said, “We need to get onto the doctor again. Ivy’s getting worse.”

Fuck.

After the argument I’d had with her yesterday, seeing her was the last thing I wanted to be doing.

“How?” I asked. “And has the doc given you any idea when he can make it?”

“She hasn’t left her room since you said she could. I’ve been checking on her, and there’s blood on her sheets. When I asked her about it, she refused to discuss it. Doc said he’d come by this afternoon. He was swamped yesterday. But I don’t think we can wait that long.”

“How much blood, Winter?” For all I fucking knew, it could be something as simple as a nosebleed.

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nbsp; “The amount of blood I’d be worried about if she were my sister.”

“Jesus. Okay, I’ll deal with this.”

I made my way to the room we’d allocated Ivy and entered it without knocking. Concern sparked through me when I found her hunched over on the side of the bed.

“Do you need a doctor?”

She took her time looking up at me. When her gaze met mine, she nodded. Standing, she came my way, clutching her stomach. “Yes, I think so.”

Pulling out my phone, I hit the number for our club doctor. “What’s wrong?” I asked her, putting the phone to my ear.

Her mouth opened, but all that came out was a scream of pain as she doubled over. It was then, as her hands grabbed hold of my shirt, that I saw the pool of blood on the bed sheet.

Winter had been right to be worried.

It looked like Ivy had lost half her fucking blood.

“A miscarriage?” I stared at the doctor, hating every word coming out of his mouth. “So you can’t save the baby?”

He sighed as he pulled the gloves off his hands and threw them in the bin. “There is no baby to save, King. She’d already lost it. Two weeks ago. But it was an incomplete miscarriage. That’s why she’s still experiencing cramping and bleeding. She needs to go to the hospital for a D&C.”

I glanced beyond him at Ivy sitting in the bed staring at the wall in front of her.

Fuck.

My fucking chest hurt just looking at her.

Ivy had wanted three kids. It had been all she’d talked about at one stage while we were together. She’d picked out three girl names and three boy names to cover all bases. When I’d asked her why the fuck she wanted to bring children into this fucked-up world, she’d smiled at me and said we would do it right. That she and I would be the best type of parents. The complete opposite of our parents.