Page 60 of Fury

“W-where?” I manage to croak out, frustrated I can’t speak like normal.

“He’s with Axel catching up. Listen, no one here knows about the fight yet, and I really want to keep it that way.”

“F-fight?” I repeat. “Lost?”

She frowns. “You don’t remember?” I give my head a slight shake.

The nurse comes in to check my vitals. She gives me a double take and smiles. “Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes?” she asks in a teasing tone. She pulls out her pocket torch and flashes it in my eyes, causing more pain. I wince, and she apologises. “It’s nice to see those baby blues.”

Jo stands. “Erm, I don’t think he can remember the fight,” she says, and the nurse looks at me.

“Can you talk?”

I frown deeper, trying to think of the word. I feel like most of my words have left me, and the ones I want to say flit in and out of my mind before I get a chance to try and say them. “Little,” I eventually say.

She gives me a reassuring smile. “It’s quite normal for speech to take a while to return. The fact you can say some words is a great sign. And I’m afraid you might find your memory is patchy.”

“Is it likely to return?” Jo asks.

“Maybe,” says the nurse. “Maybe not. What’s the last thing you remember?” she asks me.

I think hard. “Nottingham,” I reply.

Jo looks worried. “He hasn’t lived in Nottingham for months.”

The machine beside me begins to beep loudly as my heart slams harder in my chest. Months?Why the hell did I leave Nottingham?The nurse silences the machine. “I think he’s had enough visitors for today.”

“I’m his wife,” Jo snaps. “I want answers.”

Xanthe

I don’t likethe new biker who’s turned up at the clubhouse faking concern for Fury. Everyone else seems to love him and can’t do enough for the guy. But there’s something shifty in his eyes, and I don’t like it.

Gemma sits beside me at the bar and follows my eyeline to Ripper. “What?” she asks.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face is saying everything,” she states. “You don’t like him.”

“I don’t know him.”

“So, why don’t you like him?”

I smirk. She never misses a trick. “There’s something off about him,” I reply, shrugging.

“I thought the same.”

We exchange a grin. “It’s an air around him,” I say, “arrogant yet nervous. He’s hiding behind fake confidence.”

“He’s lying about something,” she adds. “He’s too shifty when he speaks, and he doesn’t quite meet Axel’s eye.”

“Have you mentioned it to anyone?” I ask.

“By anyone, you mean Axel or Fletch?” She laughs. “No.”

“Maybe you should.”

“In case you didn’t realise, they don’t listen to us. As far as they’re concerned, he’s a brother.”

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