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)
This wasn’t the best neighborhood, but the vehicle screamed money and looked out of place as hell. He knew, just by looking at it, that it belonged to the punk-ass and ignorant Cardona gang they’d dealt with just a few weeks past.
Yeah, that car was definitely Cardona’s. But why were they following Angelina? Were they protecting her? That seemed like the most logical explanation, but he didn’t know why they just didn’t take her away from this little life she’d built for herself.
But that didn’t matter anyway, because he’d have her all to himself sooner rather than later.
He watched the car pull away from the curb and keep close to Angelina. She didn’t look back again, but she was tense, that was clear. She knew something was up, even if she might not know what that was.
Or maybe she did. Hell, she could know all the details about her father and brother fucking with the MC.
It could have been Fury’s paranoia and tension, waiting for that other shoe to drop, or it could mean something more. He’d seen other dark vehicles around town whenever he’d gone out over the past couple of weeks.
He had been around long enough, and done enough shady shit, to know when things were not on the up and up. Fury knew from a lifetime of fucked-up shit happening, that if he had a bad feeling about all of this then something was going to go down.
And if something was going to go down, he would be ready with his guns held high. So, he’d done some of his own research, made sure he was prepared to have a bargaining chip of his own.
It was twisted and screwed up, but it was what he was going to do to ensure his club and the men within it were safe, that no one was going to get the upper hand over them.
Fury had never been one to jump headfirst and think later, but he was certainly doing it this time around. He might not give a shit if what he did was considered wrong or immoral. Hell, he did illegal shit all the time, but he thought about it first, made a plan, and then acted.
But when it came to getting his vengeance on the Cardona gang, what he’d done was just act first and he’d worry about shit afterward. Taking Angelina Cardona and doing with her whatever the fuck he wanted, while getting information out of her, seemed like a pretty good fucking idea to him.
But that was just it. He thought it was a good idea. The club didn’t, because, hell, they didn’t know what he was up to. They didn’t need to know until he had the information he wanted.
It was going behind his MC’s back, wrong because of their code of ethics, but he had to do what he had to do.
He’d seen strange cars sitting across from the clubhouse, and could have sworn people followed him, watched him. If nothing came from this, and it was all in his head, Fury would deal with that. But until then, until he knew for sure what in the hell was going on, he was going to fucking do this.
He needed leverage, backup, and having Angelina would ensure that if shit got dark, he’d have a pawn. And hey, he’d get something out of it, too. It was a fucked-up move on his part. He knew that.
He didn’t hurt women or children, and although he wasn’t about to beat her, kill her, or do anything else that would be retribution over what the Cardona gang had done, the MC was the most important thing to him. He’d do anything to ensure they stayed protected, and Angelina would be what he would use to make sure that happened.
Maybe the dark car around Angelina wasn’t about her at all. Maybe it was actually someone from Fury’s past coming to get payback, which was a possibility given the life Fury had led. There were plenty of people that wanted a piece of him, to get back, get even, if they ever found him. He’d burnt a lot of bridges in his day.
Or it might all be nothing, and I’m so fucking wrapped up in my own delusions that I am losing my mind.
Whenever he watched her, Fury didn’t wear his MC attire. He’d already taken off his cut, not about to have the club implicated in this. They knew nothing of what he was doing, and he wasn’t about to fuck them over because he had this burning desire to get even.
Maybe if he’d brought it to the club they would have agreed and sanctioned what he was doing, but he couldn’t risk them voting it down. He had to do this, and until it was completed, it was a dark, burning need inside of him.