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The therapist's office was nothing like I expected.Warm. Comfortable. Not clinical or cold. Dr. Sarah Kim had created a space that felt safe. Inviting."Tell me why you are here," she said after introductions.Colt and I sat on the couch. Holding hands. Both nervous."We want to build a healthy relationship," I started. "But we both have trauma. Issues. Patterns that sabotage us. We need help breaking those patterns.""What kind of patterns?"I looked at Colt. He nodded. Go ahead."I try to control everything. Handle problems alone. Do not ask for help because I am afraid of being a burden." I paused. "And Colt lies. Hides things. Makes decisions for both of us because he thinks he is protecting me.""Both trauma responses," Dr. Kim said. "Defense mechanisms you developed to survive unsafe situations. The question is whether those mechanisms still serve you. Or if they are now causing harm.""They are causing harm," Colt said. "I almost lost Jenna because I faked my death instead of

The week passed quickly. Too quickly.Before I knew it, we were back in Dr. Kim's office. About to share our deepest secrets."Who wants to go first?" Dr. Kim asked.Colt raised his hand. "I will."I squeezed his hand. Encouraging him.He took a deep breath. "My deepest secret. The thing I am most ashamed of." He paused. Gathered courage. "When I was seventeen, I got a girl pregnant. Her name was Maria. She was from a rival club. We kept the relationship secret. When she told me about the baby, I panicked. Told her to get rid of it. Offered to pay for an abortion. She refused. Said she wanted to keep it."My heart clenched. Colt had a child?"What happened?" Dr. Kim asked gently."I walked away. Told her I wanted nothing to do with her or the baby. That if she kept it, she was on her own." Colt's voice cracked. "She had the baby. A daughter. Raised her alone. I never contacted them. Never paid support. Never acknowledged she existed. I was too scared. Too selfish. Too cowardly.""Do y

With Sophia settling into life at the compound and the FBI threat behind them, Jenna and Colt finally have a chance at the future they have been building toward. But the past is never truly past in the MC world. When a former member returns with devastating news about a threat the club thought was long dead, Jenna must confront the reality that leading the Devil's Reign MC means the fight is never truly over. Some battles are won. But the war for survival continues.

The next morning, I met with Prosecutor Sarah Chen.She was younger than I expected. Maybe thirty-five. Sharp eyes. No-nonsense demeanor. Someone who had clawed her way up through a corrupt system and refused to be broken by it."Thank you for doing this," she said. "Castellano has destroyed too many lives. It is time someone stopped him.""Tell me about the wire. How does it work?""Small microphone. Hidden in your clothing. Transmits to our monitoring station. We record everything. Audio and video if we can get cameras positioned." Chen pulled out the equipment. "It is virtually undetectable. Even if Castellano's people search you, they will not find it.""What if they do?""Then you signal distress. We move in immediately. You will not be alone in that room for more than twenty seconds after they find the wire.""Twenty seconds is a long time when someone is trying to kill you.""I know. But it is the best we can do." Chen started fitting the wire. "Your job is simple. Get Castella

"Let her go!" I lunged for Castellano. His guards grabbed me. Held me back."Jenna?" Sophia looked terrified. Confused. "What is happening? These men came to the compound. Said you needed me. That it was an emergency.""It is not an emergency, sweetheart. It is a trap. I am so sorry." I looked at Castellano. "She is just a kid. She has nothing to do with this. Let her go.""Oh, but she has everything to do with this. She is Colt's daughter. Your daughter now. Family." Castellano pulled out his gun. Aimed it at Sophia's head. "And family makes excellent leverage. Victor, you have ten seconds to agree to unlock those files. Or I execute this child in front of her mother. Ten. Nine. Eight—""Wait! Please! She is innocent!" I was screaming. Begging. "I will give you anything. Do anything. Just do not hurt her!""Seven. Six. Five—""Victor, please!" I looked at him. "Please. I know those files matter. I know you are protecting people. But she is fifteen. She has her whole life ahead of her