Page 187 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Your brother, do you happen to have his birthdate?”

“Doctor—”

“Birtley.My name is Dr.Birtley.”

“Fine,Dr.Birtley, I think it’s about time you tell me what’s going on.”

“I need you to confirm your brother’s birthdate and I know this is unorthodox, but do you have a picture ID for Mr.Cross?”

“What in the fuck?”Fury growls.

“His birthday is in February,” I tell him.He looks at me still waiting and I resist the urge to reach out and grab him by the throat and choke him if he doesn’t let me see Diesel—barely.

“The day?”he asks.

“Jesus,” Gunner growls.

“The fourteenth,” I mutter, knowing only because once upon a time, before time and women fucked my boy, he used to say that being born on Valentine’s Day was why all the women loved him.He was a different man back then.

I miss him.

This Rory chick must be some fucking woman for him to trust her.

“And do you have something to show that you know uh… Mr.Cross?”

“Doc, you’re going to have to start explaining shit and soon,” Fury growls.

“I need to make sure you all know my patient,” he says, not even blinking at Fury.Fury is big and mean looking.Hell, most people go out of their way to avoid him, let alone the four of us together.If I wasn’t so pissed, I’d be impressed by the doctor’s cojones.

“Fuck,” I growl.

“I have a picture in my billfold of the four of us, will that work?”Gunner asks.

“What the fuck are you doing with a picture?”I ask, surprised.“Have you turned into Mr.Hallmark?”

“I kept a snapshot of us and Devil when I got my new cut.I learned the hard way to hold onto the good times,” Gunner says, the ghosts he carries close to the surface in his eyes.Brother almost lost himself during his last stent in the military and sometimes it really shows.“Is this good enough, Doc?”he asks, once he gets his billfold out.He reaches over to the doctor, showing him the snapshot.The doctor stares at it closely.Then he nods.

“We don’t have a Westin Cross listed as a patient here,” he says, taking a step away.

“What the fuck?You made us jump through hoops to just tell us he’s not a patient here?”Fury growls, advancing a step on the doctor.Gunner shifts in front of him, and I do too.The doctor doesn’t know what danger he’s courting.There’s a reason my brother has the road name Fury.

“As I was saying,” the doctor begins, standing his ground—and therefore, impressing me more.“We don’t have a Westin Cross.We do however have a John McDaniels here.”

“Come again?”I ask, not sure what was going on, but getting the doctor was telling me something—without actually telling me.

“We have a patient here in ICU that was left for dead.He’s been here for quite some time.We had him listed as a John Doe.”

“Doc, I’m not comprehending?—”

“And then we were contacted by an Agent Lodge with the FBI.”

“Doc…”

“He was calling for a Rory McDaniels.”

“Fuck,”I growl.

“I take it that name means something to you,” the doctor says.

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