Chapter 27
*~* Fury *~*
Placing a call to the practice, I speak to Barbara at reception and ask for a telephone appointment with Tom.
She puts me through directly as he has a quiet morning, apparently.
After a brief conversation about what I need, my physical, he tells me to come over right away and he’ll see what can be done.
He knew immediately why I was asking for one, it’s going to be embarrassing as hell, but it has to be done.
Driving by the practice house, I see a van outside and I remember that the kitchen needed a makeover after the bomb incident.
Life goes on, as they say. I bet Guardrail organized this, as I never gave a thought to getting it done.
He must be busy, as that’s not one of his construction vans.
He sub-contracts work only when he’s fully booked or it's a specialist thing that needs doing.
Leaving the SUV in the front lot of the practice, I walk in and say hi to Barbara.
She gives me a beaming smile and waves me on through, saying that Tom is waiting for me.
Walking into his room, I immediately take a seat.
As soon as he grins at me, I flipping well blush.
I knew this was going to be awkward, but I have to use Jamie’s practice for this, or she’ll never accept that I’ve had it done to her exacting standards.
“So, you want to get back in the saddle, Fury. This shouldn’t take long.”
“Get back in the saddle? Jamie is not going to like that terminology, Tom.”
“Ah, yes.” He looks at some papers on his desk, obviously embarrassed by his sense of humor, and then tries again. “So, has there been any sexual activity recently, and if so, with who? By that, I don’t need a name as such, but was it a club woman or a promiscuous partner, shall we say?”
“The last sex I had was several weeks ago, and it was with a club woman. They are required to keep themselves clean and have regular check-ups with a professional, so everything should be okay. I just want to get a clean bill of health so that there are no surprises and to put Jamie’s mind at ease.
” I raise my eyebrows at him so he knows I’m serious and not expecting any smart-ass comments.
He takes an oral swab that he says is for a rapid test, and some blood from my arm, which he tells me has to be sent away for testing.
I have to give a urine sample and then answer questions whether I have noticed any type of discharge, rash or lumps.
I may be a hard-nosed, dyed in the wool biker, but I still find this all very uncomfortable.
Once I’ve been given a verbal clean bill of health, I’m told that it can be five to seven days before all the test results are in. Oh, well. I’ve gone this long, I can go a bit longer being celibate.
Walking back by reception, Barbara gives me a huge grin and a thumbs-up. I suppose discretion was a bit too much to be expected. They all know about Jamie and me, so it wouldn’t take much to put two and two together.
Leaving the practice, I notice the work van has gone from the practice house driveway. Checking my watch, I see it’s lunchtime. Back to the clubhouse for a quick bite and then a word with Pres and Pattie. The sooner we get my plan into action the sooner I can have my father off our backs.
Having spoken to Pres and Pattie, we’ve hatched a basic plan to try to draw my father out into the open.
We’ll take her to the practice house, as I’m sure he’ll be watching the clubhouse to see where Jamie goes throughout a normal day.
Taking our Jamie-double to the practice house won’t seem out of the ordinary while there are workmen there, and I’ll be staying around too.
A couple of the vans and an SUV have already been disguised by Smoker, and we have brothers in them at strategic places around the house’s neighborhood. This is going to be a waiting game, and few members of the MC are known for their patience.
I’ve been to the house and collected the Ford pickup.
It would be a giveaway if we didn’t use it, I thought, so Pattie, dressed as Jamie, will arrive at the house with me.
I’ll take a good look around, out in the open, and then make a discreet scene of slipping her into the house.
It needs to look as though we’re making some attempt at concealing her.
Once she’s in, it will be a simple case of watching for his next move.
Pulling onto the driveway behind the work van from earlier, I slip from the pickup, but as I head around the back, Pattie steps from the passenger door. Standing in the driveway, she brushes herself down and walks toward the house. Exasperated by this deviation from our plan, I rush to join her.
“What the fuck are you doing? You were supposed to sit inside while I checked around.”
“Yeah, like that was going to happen. Do you think that’s what Doc would have done? She’d have been out of the truck and in the damn door.” Pattie pats me on the cheek and enters the house through the front door.
Moving to follow her, she puts a hand on my chest. “The bags, my man. You need to bring the bags.” A chauffeur. She’s talking to me like I’m her goddamn chauffeur.
Back at the pickup, I scoop up the bags of clothes in one hand and the few groceries in the other.
As I turn to shut the door, I hear a car backfire.
As I turn to look into the road, worried that it could be my father's junker, I hear a second bang and realize that it’s not a car, it’s shots fired.
As I drop the bags and reach for my weapon, there’s an even bigger bang from inside the house.
Slamming against the door I burst through and see Pattie on the floor just inside the doorway.
Pattie is holding a smoking shotgun in her hands. Looking down the hall towards the kitchen, I see what is left of a workman, sprawled out on the floor and judging by the gaping hole in his chest, he’s definitely dead.
“Pattie, are you okay? What the hell just happened?” I kneel beside her and start checking for injuries.
“I came inside, turned to close the door, and saw this guy pull a weapon from his coveralls as I turned. I felt two thumps on my back and as I went down, winded, I saw the shotgun by the doorframe. As I fell, I snatched it up, and as I lay on the floor, he walked towards me saying he was going to finish the job finally. I just let him have both barrels and said, “Not today, fucker.” It was like the movies, Fury. He went up in the air, flying backward. It was awesome. I want to do it again!”
I spin as the front door crashes open and Ghost bursts in, a Glock in each hand. “Is everyone okay? What happened?” Before I get to answer, more brothers arrive all asking the same thing.
Helping Pattie from the floor, I examine her thoroughly and find two slugs compacted in the back of the tactical vest that Pres had insisted she wear.
“You’re going to have two bruises but nothing else. It was a good thing he didn’t go for a headshot. Grabbing that shotgun was a good move. You did well, Pattie. I’m more than fucking impressed, I can tell you.” I grab her up and give her a hug.
“Fury! That hurts like the devil,” Pattie squeals, and I drop her quickly.
Vortex and Hellion take care of my father’s body, throw it into his own van and then state they are going to see the guys at the pet crematorium and give them a job to do. Putting Pattie back into the pickup, Ghost jumps into the back seat, and we head back to the clubhouse.
Walking inside, everyone stares at us. Pres looks up from his plate of lunch and asks what the hell we’re doing back so soon.
Gesturing to Pattie, I give her the floor and let her tell her story. When she gets to the shotgun part, she is so excited she shouts out the bang from the gun and then tries to emulate my father flying backwards. Grabbing her, I stop her from landing on the floor and causing further bruising.
There is a stunned silence, then a loud roar of appreciation and boot-stomping galore. Everyone is impressed with Pattie and I stand with her while she soaks up this newfound fame. When Anya comes in to see what all the ruckus is about, Pattie rushes over to her, and they disappear to their room.
Pres finishes his lunch and nods to his office.
Once in there, he asks for a full report, and I can only repeat what Pattie had already described.
He looks skeptical, but I assure him she did indeed blow him away with the shotgun and then stated she wanted to do it again.
Ghost confirms that she was still holding the shotgun when he burst in, and only then does Pres believe me.
“You should have seen the look on her face, Pres. She never gave the fact that she’d just killed a man a second thought. All she wanted was to shoot someone else. We should monitor her in case that kicks in later,” I say with some genuine concern.
Ghost, however, voices another concern. “I’d say the priority right now is to keep her away from any more shotguns. If one of the brothers steps outta line, I sure wouldn’t put it past her to teach him a lesson in tough lovin’.”
“C’mon, Ghost. Let’s get out of here. I have a bigger priority right now.”
“Take him, Ghost. He wants to let the Doc know she is safe and can come out of hiding. He also has some other news that he wants to share with her.” Grinning an insane grin, I wonder how he knows about my physical results. “I’m not wrong, am I Fury?”
“No, Pres. You are most certainly not wrong.” Pushing Ghost towards the door, I direct him through the clubhouse to the waiting pickup.