Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
She held his stare, maybe challenging him herself.
“The Cardonas don’t really take kindly to people bailing on them, blood or not.”
“If you wanted to disappear, you didn’t do a very good job. Like I said, I found you easy enough.”
Yeah, she knew that, but she thought she would have been safe, at least for longer than she had. It had been months since she ran, but only a couple of weeks since she’d felt like she was being watched. Had it been her father’s men, or Fury?
It seemed like changing her last name hadn’t been able to keep her hidden, but she knew that all along, even if it had been deep down.
She’d just been a fool, and she’d been in denial, thinking she could find a semblance of independence.
“I’m an idiot for thinking I could escape who I am and where I come from. I was stupid to think my father wouldn’t find me.” She’d meant to say that in her head, but after the words came out, she just couldn’t give a damn that Fury had heard.
Fury didn’t speak, and instead nodded his head toward the bed. “You should get some rest.”
She looked at the head of the bed, suddenly feeling so damn tired. Maybe she didn’t have freedom in her future? Maybe her life was meant to stay on the same fucked-up track?
Either way, she could at least say she’d experienced a small taste of being away from it all, and she was thankful for at least that.
12
“She wasn’t there, boss.”
Sal stared out the window in the house he was currently laid up in. He had a cast on his leg, a stray bullet getting him pretty close to the femoral artery. These past weeks all Sal had been able to think about was what the Bleeding Mayhem MC had done, and who they’d taken.
He took a long inhale from his cigar, held the smoke in his mouth, and exhaled after a few seconds. The scene from the window was nothing but countryside. He was in a safehouse he used on occasion when shit went down, and shit had definitely gone down.
Marco was dead by the hands of those worthless pieces of shit, and although he’d known where Angelina had been since she ran off, he’d had other things on his plate that took precedence over bringing back an ungrateful child that was causing him more grief.
But he’d finally sent men out to bring her back, because if he was going to deal with her running out on her family during a time like this, he wouldn’t let the MC get her. He’d be the one to show her what it meant firsthand to fuck with them.
She was a Cardona, and her running off, deserting her family, was a betrayal in the worst of ways. She might be blood, but she’d made the Family look bad by leaving, and he couldn’t allow it to slide. She had to be made an example of.
“What do you mean she wasn’t there?” he said, keeping his focus on the scenery in front of him. He had his leg propped up, wanting the fucking cast off, wanting his son back, but knowing he had to focus on the revenge. He was a Cardona, and no one fucked with them, least of all a damn motorcycle club. He turned his head and stared at Luis. “How the fuck do you lose a woman you’ve been tailing?” His anger rose.
Luis started shifting on his feet. “Once she was in her place, we parked out front, but she never came out the next morning. One of the guys went in and found she was gone.”
Sal stubbed his cigar out, braced his hands on the arms of the chair, and stood. Miguel was beside him to help, but he pushed the man away, grabbed a crutch to help steady himself, and moved to stand in front of Luis. The fear poured from Luis like a gas line breaking.
“You don’t know where my fucking daughter is?” She’d been living a few hours away, and in this situation, he knew he should have just hauled her ass home. But at first, he’d been busy with work and Marco, and her mother hadn’t given a shit about anything aside from the pills she’d been popping.
As it was, Rosa was in bed passed out from the booze and Valium, Marco’s death hitting her hard.
“She must have gone out the back door, boss.”
Sal clenched his jaw. “She went out the back door? You mean to tell me you didn’t have men stationed at every entrance and exit, like I fucking ordered?” He saw Luis swallow before shaking his head. “So the MC could get to her, probably had already. Do you realize if they take her out how badly that will reflect on us? Do you realize it’ll make us look weak?”