Page 18 of Jana's Fierce Biker

The other two nodded.

“Call if you need anything,” Feral said. He tossed him the phone he’d left with them before the trip.

He called out to a few guys who looked rested and not drunk to follow him.

Once on their bikes, Gunner started making plans that he’d need to talk over with the prez and vice prez. He wouldn’t be able to leave her alone after this. He’d been concerned after what happened to her cat because someone that could do that to an innocent animal was a sick fuck.

They pulled into the hospital parking lot. Once they entered the door, people instantly moved aside, and a mother lifted her child and walked away. Fuck. For the most part, he was used to it and barely even registered when it happened, but hell, did they think they would go on some killing spree?

He walked up to the counter and was pleased when the older woman just looked at him.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yes. What room is Jana Hudson in?”

Her eyebrows rose, but she looked at her computer and typed in a few things. “She’s in room 342. Take the elevator up to the third floor, and they’ll direct you to the right room.”

“Thank you,” Gunner said. He walked up to the elevators, aware of the three men he brought standing just behind him.

Every once in a while, he realized what awesome people he had in his family, and this was one of them.

Gunner looked around as they stepped out of the elevator. He headed toward a counter down the hallway. The two women abruptly stopped talking to stare at them.

“Can you tell me which room Jana Hudson is in?”

“She knows you?” one of them asked.

Gunner almost rolled his eyes. “Yes. We’re good friends.”

The other nurse pointed down a hallway. “Go three doors down. We just gave her a sedative, so she’ll be asleep for a few hours.”

“All right. Thanks.”

The four men walked down the hall and into Jana’s room.

Gunner stopped at the bottom of her bed and cataloged all the damage he could see. It took him a good while to get his emotions under control before he grabbed one of the chairs and set it beside the bed and close to her head. He lifted her hand and ran his thumb over her scraped knuckles.

“How long do you want to stay?” Sharp asked.

“I’m not leaving until she does,” Gunner said.

“Gunner, that chair reclines. Why don’t you sleep while she does? I’ll go home and get you a set of clothing, and you can shower here,” Iron said.

Gunner nodded. “That would work.”

“I’ll stay here with him,” Sharp said.

“All right. We’ll be right back,” Snake said.

Gunner didn’t answer or look away from Jana’s face, so swollen it was barely recognizable. Her lips were cut and puffy, and he could see multiple bruises on her body.

“Hey, man, here’s a blanket,” Sharp said and tossed him the blanket. “I’ll be over here on my phone.”

“Thanks, man.”

Gunner leaned the chair back but could still see her face and hold her hand. He needed any connection he could have with her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the moment.

Chapter Twelve

---