Page 49 of Jana's Fierce Biker

Chapter Twenty-Six

Gunner knocked again. “Goddammit. Where the fuck are you, Jana?”

He finally gave up and left. The four guys that came with him sat quietly and waited. They knew his emotions were volatile and didn’t want to lose some teeth if they pissed him off or looked at him the wrong way.

He looked at the second-story window before starting his bike and returning to the club.

He wasn’t going to give up. He knew he was a fucker for hurting her. He’d been trying to get her to say how she felt about him. She acted like they were roomies until he had his hands on her. He knew it was childish, but he wanted to make her jealous, and then maybe she’d open up.

He also knew he should share his feelings with her, but he’d never done that before, and it frankly scared him because he knew he’d fuck it up. He never thought he’d fall in love with her. It was supposed to be temporary.

Well, because of the stunt with the sluts, he’d lost her. He wasn’t giving up, but knowing she wouldn’t even try to keep him still hurt. Not even talk to him. She took the cowardly way and wrote a note which he had in the pocket of his vest. He wouldn’t get rid of it until he had her back in his arms.

A week passed, and he got a little more anxious every day. He was biting people’s heads off if they tried to talk to him.

Gunner sat in a chair around the bonfire and stared at the flames.

“Hey, man,” Stone said when he sat beside him. “I have an idea, but you have to be desperate.”

He’d take anything right then. “What is it?”

“You need to hurt yourself bad enough to go to the ER for stitches. You suspect she’s hiding when you go to see her. She won’t be able to stay away if you’re a patient.”

It was a great idea. “Thank you. I’ll go now.” He knew she was there because he got her schedule.

“Wait. What are you going to do to yourself?”

Gunner hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I don’t know, cut my arm maybe.”

“Or your injury could be farther down, so you’d have to remove your jeans.”

“Fuck, that’s going to hurt,”

“Stop being a pussy. I’ll do it if you want.”

Gunner grunted. “Hell, no. You’re not getting close to my cock or balls with a sharp object.”

Stone snorted. “Then your outer thigh.”

“I can do that.”

“Wait until you get close so you don’t lose too much blood. I’ll ride with you.”

Gunner pulled his knife out to see how sharp it was. “Get a few more guys, and I’ll meet you out by the bikes.”

Stone nodded. “You got it.”

Gunner walked to the open office door and knocked.

“Come in,” Striker said. “What’s up?”

“My little lady is being sneaky. She hides when I’m close, but Stone had the idea of cutting myself bad enough to get stitches in the ER. Then she can’t ignore me.”

Feral laughed. “Drastic measures…”

“Jesus. There’s no other way?” Striker asked.

“I’ve tried waiting at the apartment she’s staying at, but she gets by me. When I go to the hospital, she’s nowhere to be seen even though I know she’s working.”

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