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Nodding to Molly I lean back and close my eyes. I don’t move when I feel a blanket being placed over my legs and body. I allow my mind to rest and drift. I feel Molly kiss my cheek and whisper, “I’ll be back later. Tim has a key to the house. He’ll use it to drop in and check on you. Rest, Jamie.”

That must be enough for now as I snuggle into the blanket and allow myself to sleep.

Chapter 3

*~* Fury *~*

Walking into the hospital, I keep looking around to see who is still working because it’s way past visiting hours. I know where she is, as I’ve tried many times to get inside and see her, with no luck I might add.

Reaching her room, I open the door, and it’s empty. The bed is stripped and all her stuff is gone. Fuckin’ hell, I’ve missed her. Turning, I walk into a nurse who only reaches my chin. Now, at 6’1” I tower over her and she can only be 5’6” at best.

Looking down at her, I give her my fiercest scowl, to which she grins and shakes her head. I’ve had men damn near piss themselves with that scowl, and she doesn’t bat an eyelid at it. In fact, I’m sure I see her lips give a tic as she hides a smile.

“What are you doing here?” Nurse Meryl asks, and I know that is who she is because of her badge, with one hell of an attitude since she’s facing a large biker.

“I’m looking for Jamie, but it looks like she’s already been released.”

“Yes, she left this morning. Now off you go, vacate the hospital.”

I say nothing more to her. I give her a look that should have her standing shaking in her shoes, but she has some balls on her as she places her hands on her hips and scowls right back at me.

Storming out of the hospital, I quickly straddled my hog, slammed my helmet on and took off. I’m going to her house to make her speak to me. I know she’s pissed about finding out I’d been fucking Floss, but she knew I wasn’t doing relationships.

Parking outside Jamie’s house, I sit a moment and take several deep breaths. This isn’t going to be easy, and I’m fairly certain that I’m going to get a door slammed in my face, if the damn thing even gets opened to me. I have no clue what to say to her, all I know is that I have to see her. I have to set things right between us.

As I climb off my girl and take my helmet off, I look up when I hear a voice shout, “Hey, Fury, you’ll not find Jamie here. I don’t think she’s been home since her accident.”

Turning, I see Tim, the handyman from Jamie’s practice, stepping out and locking the front door. “Where is she?” I ask at the same time wondering why the fuck he is coming out of her house?

“Not my business to tell you anything, Fury, but she isn’t here. I can tell you that.”

The fucker walks over to his truck and climbs in without another word, whistling under his breath the whole time. He takes off without giving me another look.

Goddamn it, where is she?

I head to the clubhouse as I’m going to do some quiet asking and listening. I know Jamie is well-loved as she’s saved a few of the brothers' asses over the last few years. I may find out where she is and what the fuck is going on.

Walking into the clubhouse, I’m pulled to one side by Breaker who isn’t looking too pleased with me. “What the fuck, Breaker!”

“You and I are going to have a talk.” Breaker drags me into the office he uses before slamming the door closed and standing with his back to it and arms folded across his chest.

I think I know what this is about, but “What’s going on?” I stupidly ask.

“What’s going on is the fact you have fucked up with Jamie. We can all think with our dicks at times, but you have abused the privilege.”

“I’m not standing here and getting lectured by...” Before I finish my sentence, Breaker takes the floor and just about wipes it with me, verbally.

“By who? Go on, let’s hear it! By a brother who has had your back for years? A brother who has gone the extra mile on more than one occasion?” His quiet voice pierces me more than if he were using a Bowie knife. “You’re an asshole of the first degree, Fury. Every member of the club was rooting for the pair of you to get together. You were as near a match made in heaven as any of us ever get or deserve...”

“Yeah, and there lies the crux of it all, Breaker. I don’t deserve her. She’s classy and all that a good woman should be. But look at me! I’m dirt under her feet, and she can do so much better.” I throw myself into a chair, rest my elbows on my knees, and put my head in my hands.

“Is that what you think? Seriously? So, what were you doing, just screwing the uptown girl because she wanted to slum it with some lowlife? How fuckin’ stupid can you be? She’s a successful businesswoman who could have her pick of any man she wanted. She was happy with you. All you had to do was be happy with her. Fuckin’ the club girls? What was that all about? Jamie didn’t satisfy some base need of yours? Couldn’t be rough enough with her or something? I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.”

“You think I get it? You think I understand why I sabotaged the best thing that ever happened to me? Sitting on Jamie’s couch cuddled up, watching TV in the evenings. That was a ‘Fury’ that I didn’t know existed. While I was there, it was all so real. As soon as I got back to the club, my head went to pieces, and I couldn’t believe it was what she really wanted.”

“You need to get your head out of your ass, get it screwed on straight, get fuckin’ help if that’s what it takes, but get it all done by the time she gets back and show her she is what you want.” Breaker raises his eyebrows at me and then it changes to a glare. “If I see you with another of the club girls, I’ll kick your ass to within an inch of your life and then some.”

“I get it, Breaker. I’ll do what needs to be done to win her over.”