I give the cop outside a nod before I notice my pres looking through a chart, and I call, “Doc,” to gain his attention.
He frowns as I walk over to him and hand him the chart as I state, “I’ve got an emergency I need to attend to outside the hospital, not club business. Can you take over from me? The patient in room eight is a patch chaser, and the cops are just waiting for her care to be done with before taking her away, but she kept moving, trying to get me to look between her legs so I couldn’t wrap her arm properly, so be careful.”
Doc’s brows rise in shock before he looks at me intently, but I don’t waver, I don’t show him the earth-shattering fucking pain I feel right now, keeping my hardness front and center, and he nods slowly as he takes the clipboard from me.
“I’m here if you need me,” he says, “For years you’ve kept to yourself, even when growing up, being at the clubhouse wasn’t something you did, but for the past six years you’ve closed yourself off even more than normal, but I’m here, brother.”
I give him a nod, trying to keep my emotions under control before turning and walking away, knowing I have to say goodbye before putting the funeral plans Granny made in place.
***
“Chanel,” I say as I walk into the facility, and the woman looks up, her kind hazel eyes full of unshed tears, her cheeks red from crying.
“Hi,” she chokes, and I give her a small smile while staying on the other side of the oak reception desk instead of comforting her.
The woman has a slight crush, and yeah, she’s cute, with freckles dusting her button nose and her caramel hair curled around her shoulders. She has a curvy body that most men would love to grip a hold of, but I, there’s nothing there on my side. I have never in the six years I’ve been coming here on my own, entertained the woman, and I never will.
Even if in my mind it’s time to move on, when I get the nerve to do so, it won’t be with this woman.
“She has a thing for you,” Jas whispers as we walk out of the facility and I turn to face her in confusion, only to find her brows furrowed cutely, her gaze out in the parking lot, and I follow her gaze towards my bike, where the new receptionist stands, eyeing it, biting her bottom lip.
Is it bad that I'm loving her jealousy?Nope, I don’t think it is…
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m completely in love with this girl who consumes my every thought, huh?” I reply with a grin, and my girl side-eyes me, but I don’t miss the shy smile forming on her pretty face.
Fuck, that look makes my heart race and my cock twitch all at once.
Chuckling, I let go of her hand and instead wrap my arm around her waist as I pull her into me and kiss her head. Jas leans into me and grips my cut as we walk towards my bike, drawing the new receptionist's attention. I don’t look to see the disappointment on her face, instead, I lock eyes with my girl and smirk at the look of awe on her face.
This girl, I swear…
“Has Matron managed to get a hold of her granddaughter?” I ask professionally, and Chanel tenses.
Two weeks after Jas left, she tried to make a move, claimed Granny encouraged it, which was bullshit, fuck, the woman nearly threw her hip out trying to lay Chanel out for lying. Then she tried a month after Jas left, then three months, and so on.
For the past six years, the woman has continued to make a pass at me, so bringing up the woman who has denied her the man she has made perfectly clear she wants but has shown no interest in is a sore subject.
Something tells me this woman has never been told no before.
“Yes, she did,” she reluctantly admits as she twiddles with her rings and my heart stutters as she says, “I was sitting next to her when the call connected and her granddaughter, I, uh, I heard her scream in pain when Matron told her…”
My jaw ticks, but I try not to show any emotion.
I tried getting Matron to give me Jasmine’s number, but she said only Granny had it and that she’d only be able to access it once she passed.
Maybe I could…
I shake my head, already getting that thought out of my head. She left me, left Granny and her uncle, and it’s been six years with no contact until a few days ago.
She doesn’t want me, this life.
Chanel clears her throat, “Matron told her when the funeral will be after reading the instructions she left for you to do.”
I nod before turning towards the door without another word, pissed that I haven’t heard fuck all from the girl, nothing in six years, no explanation and head to say goodbye to a woman I saw as family.
***
Four hours later, after calling that jackass Brady to inform him of Granny’s passing and that the funeral is all sorted and explaining that his family is to be seated on the second row at Granny’s insistence, I storm into the clubhouse, a place I really don’t fucking want to be, but I need to get my anger out.
