Page 27 of Jana's Fierce Biker

“Striker sent the car for us and had some of the guys take our bikes back to the compound,” Sharp said as they rode the elevator down.

Gunner pushed the wheelchair out of the elevator and nodded. He figured Striker would have it all taken care of.

“I’ll pull the car up,” Sharp said and walked out of the hospital.

Gunner waited with Jana. He still had a grip on the chair’s handles, but he bent forward. “How are you doing?”

Jana looked over her shoulder. “I’m doing okay. How about you?”

“I’m fine. But I’ll be glad to get you back home. I want you where I know you’ll be safe.”

Sharp pulled up next to them. Gunner opened the back door and helped her slide in.

Gunner waved when an orderly took the wheelchair and moved next to Jana in the back seat. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“It won’t take us long. It’s not too far out of town,” Gunner told her.

She rested against him and nodded.

He could tell she was slightly dozing off when they drove through the huge gates and up by the house.

“Come on, Babe. Let’s get you up to bed. We won’t stop to talk to anyone.”

He maneuvered her out of the car and into the house. He held up a hand when a few people started asking him questions.

“Later, guys, I’ll take Jana up to our room. We’ll be down later.”

No one said anything else.

He opened his door. “This is our room. It’s not huge, but we have our own bathroom.”

“That’s good. I’d hate to share one with a bunch of guys.”

He grinned. “Are you hungry?”

She shook her head.

“Do you have to use the bathroom?”

“No.”

“Okay, then come here.”

She walked over to him. “Let’s get these off of you.”

Jana grabbed onto the bottom of her shirt. “Wait. Why do I have to undress?”

“Because I know you’ll be more comfortable out of them. I can give you a t-shirt if that will make you feel more at ease?”

“I’d like that.”

He walked into his closet and came out with a clean shirt. “I’ll allow it today. But don’t expect to wear one after you get comfortable.

Gunner helped her out of her clothing. He’d seen her body before, but not with so many bruises and contusions. The discolored injuries looked obscene against her white skin. Fuck, he wanted his hands on the bastard that hurt her. He’d show the guy what pain really was.

He pulled the shirt over her head and smiled when it reached her knees. Damn, she was a tiny thing.

“Get in,” he said as he pulled the blanket back for her to slide in.

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