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Loving you is a losing game
The doors to the waiting room burst open announcing Aimee's return, and Ratchet rose to greet her, embracing her within his lanky frame.
"How bad is he?"
"It doesn't look good Aimee, he's been asking for you," Ratchet looked so grim, Aimee was almost too afraid to hear the answer to her next question, "Who's left?" and Eric spoke up from the seat closest to the doorway. "Maddog, Rogue, Stud, and Sandman are taking care of things back at the club. Other than us, there were no survivors." Aimee felt her heart splinter, but she asked the hardest question anyway, "Where is Brax's body?"
Ratchet looked at her in puzzlement, stepping back to make sure he heard correctly. "I thought you already knew? Brax turned in his cut and left the club shortly after you. No one's been able to reach him, but he was nowhere near the club when the fight went down."
"Is there an Aimee Carter in here?" An elderly doctor poked his head in, and Aimee nodded, "Your father wishes to
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