Because You're Mine

Chapter 3

A few cold words to a rushing nurse promptly produced her doctor. Jay was able to ascertain the extent of her injuries and obtain her release. The doctor assumed Jay was her husband. Jay did not correct the man. Jay asked the doctor if Allie was well enough to fly, his hand tightening on her arm when she gasped in surprise. The doctor confirmed that her wounds weren't serious and would mend with a few weeks. The butterfly stitches could be removed in 10-14 days if they didn't come off on their own.

Before Allie could protest his actions, Jay gathered her bag and the jacket that had slid from her shoulders during their prolonged hug.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"I'm not going with you," Allie said, her voice higher than normal as he took her good arm and began steering her back through the busy corridors toward the emergency exit.

Jay took a breath of fresh air once they were outside. He didn't like being cooped up in any building, but he especially hated hospitals. He led her toward a waiting car with tinted windows. A huge man wearing sunglasses and looking extremely out of place in a hospital parking lot opened the door for them and smiled gently at Allie. She stared in open mouthed astonishment at Jay's burly, tattooed associate.

"This is Greg," Jay introduced as they approached the car. "He's been waiting a long time to meet you, Allie."

"Ms. Klassen," Greg greeted her with a quick grin. "It's nice to finally meet you. Sorry to hear about your injuries."

"Uh… nice to meet you too," Allie said faintly.

Greg looked like he should be someone's stunt double on an action movie with tons of explosions and shooting. He was likely in his fifties, classically good-looking and muscular in a way that pointed to a man that probably did too many steroids in his youth.

Allie stared at Jay in disbelief as he gently pushed her into the car and climbed in behind her. He stopped her before she could slide across to the far seat and latched her into the centre seatbelt. He did the same for his seatbelt and told Greg to take them to the airport.

"Jay!" Allie gasped. "I'm not going with you."

He took her hand in a gentle but firm grip and squeezed it. He ignored her outburst and asked Greg in a low, authoritative voice, "Everything go okay at the house?"

Greg nodded at his boss in the rear view mirror. "Vic texted while you were inside, he's on his way back to the airport with the things you wanted. He's going to stay in town for a few days like you said."

Allie looked between the two men and shook her head. She tugged on Jay's hand, which still held hers in a possessive grip. He looked down at her, but didn't release her hand.

"No," she said to him, shaking her head in denial. "Jay, take me home."

His eyes hardened. He didn't say anything. She knew what he was doing. Deep down inside she knew her clock had run out. She always vaguely wondered if he was keeping her on a leash. One that he could tug at any time. Maybe a tiny part of her hoped. Though time, distance and marriage to another man had dulled her girlhood love, she never truly stopped caring. Well, today she found out the truth. He had finally come to collect.

"Please don't do this," she whispered desperately. "Don't take me away."

His eyes remained hard and he still didn't answer. He didn't need to. His fingers flexed, caressing the skin of her wrist. He wouldn't let her go this time. She wanted to argue, but Jay was not the type of man to argue with. He was ruthless when crossed. Though Jay had protected her from his street image as she'd grown up, she'd heard whispers. You only disagreed with Jay Le Croix once. Because you never got a chance to do it again. ?

They arrived at the airport several minutes later. The black rental car stopped beside a light aircraft on a private runway. Allie thought about screaming for help, but she couldn't see anyone near enough to help, even if Jay didn't stop her. She didn't want to get him in trouble, but she also didn't want to be kidnapped from the city she'd lived in for the past ten years of her life.

He didn't give her a chance anyway. He unbuckled her seatbelt and then, mindful of her injuries, whisked her out of the car and into the airplane within seconds. Allie's feet barely touched the ground. Jay's hands slid around her waist and splayed across her stomach and hips as he held her against his body, moving easily with her in his arms. When they reached the plane, hands reached out to take her.

"Watch her f*****g arm," he growled, relinquishing her for the seconds it took to haul himself up into the plane behind her.

He buckled her into a seat on the plane and took the seat next to hers. Greg came in next and raised a brow at Jay. The boss nodded toward one of the seats at the front of the plane. Clearly, Jay was used to the pilot or co-pilot seat. Allie watched in shocked silence as several boxes were loaded into the back of the plane behind their seats and secured.

When she turned questioning eyes toward Jay, he said, "Some things I knew you wouldn't want to leave behind."

Allie's mouth dropped as she stared uncomprehendingly. She felt Jay's eyes on her face, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the boxes. She tried to get her brain to understand the implications of his knowing what items would mean something to her and how he could possibly have them packed up and moved in the time it took him to come pick her up from the hospital. She didn't bother trying to figure out how his guy got into her locked and alarmed house. She'd known Jay for long enough to know exactly what he was capable of.

Within minutes the plane began to move. Allie turned to plead with Jay in one last attempt to get him to leave her behind. His face remained unyielding as he stared into her tear filled eyes. Her lips formed the word 'please,' but he only shook his head once in denial. His eyes reflected only satisfaction with a hint of pity. Tears trickled freely from the corners of Allie's eyes. She turned her face away and huddled against the corner of her chair. She clutched her purse tightly in her lap and stared down despairingly as Regina, the prairie city she had grown to love, disappeared below her. She knew if Jay had his way she wouldn't be back.