Fury (Bleeding Mayhem MC #3) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Mayhem MC Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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Fury turned around and faced her once more. “You really want to stay?” He lifted a brow and watched her nod. “And you realize what I plan to do to your father once I find him?”

“Kill him?”

Fury let out a gruff sound of agreement.

“Sal was never my father, not really. He never treated me like a daughter—”

“And that means you’re okay that some man wants to fucking kill him?” Fury’s voice was raised because of his annoyance, and the fact his hangover was coming on strong.

She looked down at the ground for several seconds. “My father’s done a lot of bad things.” She lifted her head. “I’m sure there are a lot of men that would like to take him out for killing their loved ones.

I ran for a reason, because I couldn’t stand the life of knowing my father and brother killed for the sheer sport of it or if someone looked at them the wrong way.”

The pain in her voice struck him in the heart, and it was a weird fucking feeling. Fury didn’t give a shit about a female’s feelings, or at least he never had before. But seeing Angelina like this, and hearing her upset over her family, pissed him off and made him homicidal.

He wanted to go out and hurt the person that had made her feel this way.

And I will. Her father will be just as dead as her fucking brother.

19

They sat in silence at the table in the kitchen, the pasta sitting uneaten in front of Angelina. She wasn’t hungry, and she’d only made dinner to keep herself busy and have her mind on other things.

Looking up at Fury, she saw him chowing down, and amusement filled her despite the situation. Even after the initial shock of seeing him up, and realizing that she had actually stayed despite no longer being chained up, things had still been tense and weird.

Angelina caught him looking at her, the feeling of his gaze like fingers on her body. She couldn’t stop the attraction she felt for him. It had been instant, even if he’d been the “bad guy” at first.

“I haven’t had a home-cooked meal in a long fucking time,” he said in his gruff voice that sent a shiver up her spine.

“It’s just spaghetti and meat sauce.” In her family this meal was pretty standard and easy to make, although there were about a hundred different variations of it.

“It tastes like fucking gold.” He didn’t look at her as he polished off his second helping. Once he finished dinner, he grabbed his beer and took a long drink from it, and she was surprised he was even in the mood for alcohol given the fact he’d been drunk just a few hours before.

“Hair of the dog and all that shit,” he said, and she realized she was staring at him. He lifted up the now empty bottle. “I don’t need to read your mind when what you’re thinking is spread out across your face.”

She smiled, but it was forced, and she knew pretty distant. Angelina pushed her food around, her stomach cramping at the distaste of even wanting to eat it.

“You’re not hungry?” Fury asked, and she looked up from her plate.

“Not really.” Angelina leaned back in the chair.

“You should eat something.” He tipped his chin toward her plate. “No sense letting good food go to waste, and you’ll just be hungry in a couple of hours.”

She could have said something sappy about how he sounded like her father, but it would have been a lie. Her parents hadn’t given a shit about what she ate.

More times than not she’d been in the kitchen eating with the waitstaff anyway.

She ran her hand over her eyes, feeling so tired all of a sudden. And then she remembered that little sliver of information she might be able to give Fury to help him find Sal. How wrong was it that she was actually okay with him taking out her father?

If Sal isn’t taken out, you’ll never truly be free. He’ll never just let you turn your back on the Family.

“I think I know where to find my father,” she said, this sting in her heart taking root. She may not have ever had a real relationship with her dad, but there was still that blood connection between them.

But the countless lives her father had taken, the lack of remorse or empathy for the families that were now fatherless, brotherless … even wife and childless, had resolve settling inside of her.

Fury didn’t respond to what she said, but he watched her intently. He leaned forward and braced his forearms on the table, clearly waiting for her to finish speaking.

“My father owns a home out in the middle of nowhere, not too much unlike the set-up you have here.” Her heart was thundering behind her ribs.



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