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)
Had she heard them talking? If so, she’d be smart to stay in the room, because he sure as fuck didn’t want to explain what she was doing here, or who she was.
But then his heart stopped as the bedroom door opened and she came walking out in a pair of his sweats three sizes too big, and one of his T-shirts that hung off one of her shoulders.
Her dark hair was a wealth of waves around her shoulders, and her head was downcast as she messed with the pant leg. They hung off her, and damn was she fucking cute, attractive in his clothes.
The air in the room stilled, thickened, and became heated. The other two men stared at her, and Fury glanced between Stone and Birdie, gauging their reactions.
“Fury,” Angelina said, her head still downcast, a smile playing along her lips, “I hope it’s okay I am wearing this.” She lifted her head then. “The clothes I had were a wreck from last night—”
Her smile was frozen on her face for a second as she looked among the three of them, and then her smile faded. No one spoke or moved for several moments, and then Fury walked over to her and stood in front of Angelina.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Birdie asked and sat up, not sounding upset, but certainly confused. It was also clear by Stone’s confusion they didn’t know who Angelina was.
Good, because the need to protect her, even from the men he trusted the most, rode Fury hard.
“You got to be fucking kidding me,” Stone muttered under his breath. “You ran off to keep some pussy on demand in the cabin?”
Fury felt his rage rising at the way Stone casually spoke about Angelina. She was a hell of a lot more than some pussy on demand. “Watch it, boy,” Fury said through clenched teeth.
Stone lifted his eyebrow and looked at Birdie. Fury glanced at Birdie, too, and saw his expression tense.
“What’s going on, man?” Birdie asked, now standing, and trying to look around Fury’s shoulder. Fury reached behind and curled his fingers around Angelina’s waist.
He knew these men wouldn’t hurt her, but just the thought of someone looking at her, thinking filthy things about her, pissed him off and had his protective side rise up like a violent beast.
“I can see the little bird behind you means something more than some pussy on the side.” Birdie looked at Fury again. “So tell us what in the hell is going on, Fury? Why all the hiding? What’s really the plan?”
He’d never been able to hide shit from Birdie. The other man had been on point with everything his whole life. This was the man that had killed for Fury, had done time for him, and Fury was being eaten alive by keeping shit from everyone.
It was wrong hiding this from the MC, from his family.
“I was doing what I thought was right at the time.”
“What’s going on here? Who is she?” Stone was the one to ask, tipping his chin toward Angelina.
Angelina stepped out from behind him, and Fury glanced at her. She was already looking at him, her eyes wide, and the nerves clear on her face. She finally faced Stone and Birdie, and a second passed before she spoke. “I’m Angelina Cardona.”
Fury felt the air become chilled as both men straightened and looked at each other.
“You’ve been holed up here with Angelina-Fucking-Cardona, Fury?” Birdie said and took a step closer but braced a hand on the arm of the couch as he grimaced. “As in Sal Cardona’s daughter?”
Fury didn’t respond but did wrap his arm around Angelina’s waist and pull her close to his side. “Sit down, and calm the hell out. I’ll explain everything.”
But Fury knew explaining wasn’t going to make this any easier to take or make it less of a betrayal to his club.
30
“I know where they’re at,” Nando said into the receiver. The sun had since set, and the only sound that could be heard out here in the middle of fucking nowhere was the crickets chirping.
“Where?” Sal’s voice was hard on the other end of the cell.
Nando told him the coordinates.
“They have Angelina?”
Nando braced his hand on the windowsill “She’s fine, from what I can tell. There are three club members with her at the cabin, and from what I can see she’s gotten pretty close with one of them.”
Sal was silent for a second, and then cursed in Italian. “That fucking bitch betrayed her blood.”
Nando knew Sal didn’t care so much about his daughter’s wellbeing as much as he cared about his own safety. Angelina could be used as leverage against the Cardonas, and that meant Sal needed to rein this shit in tight.
“I’ll take a plane tonight to get there and drive up by morning.”