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)
Nando hung up the phone and tossed it onto the passenger side seat. He’d parked the vehicle a good ways off from the main road that lead to the cabin.
Even with his scope, from this vantage he couldn’t see the cabin, but he’d trekked into the woods for a better look earlier today.
He looked behind him in the back seat where the girl was still passed out. He’d given her a heavy sedative, and she should be waking up come daybreak.
But the longer he stared at her, the more he felt this desire grow. Nando didn’t deny he was fucked up in the head, but that’s what allowed him to be the cold-blooded killer he was. He reached out and ran his finger over her bare foot.
Her skin was soft, warm.
Nando didn’t keep women around. He used them for the amount of time it took him to get off, and then he kicked them the fuck out. But this young, innocent woman piqued his interest and had the flame of desire burning bright.
He was a sadistic asshole, and he knew this pretty little thing could make him feel pretty fucking good. He’d show her what it meant to have his marks on her body.
But not before he used her a little to show the MC who and what they were up against.
He faced forward again, his cock hard just from the thought of all the things he’d do to her. Nando needed to focus on the task at hand.
If the rest of the club didn’t show up, they would soon enough once they knew Sal and he were there.
The girl might not be anything to them, but she might be, as well. Either way, he’d have fun with her, even if the MC didn’t want anything to do with her.
“This is going to be a very interesting situation,” he said to her, although she couldn’t hear him. Nando smiled, anxious for what was to come.
31
All day. This conversation about Sal and Fury going rogue had been going on all damn day. To say this situation was awkward was an understatement, but Angelina was pushing through.
She tried to appear calm. It was clear Fury didn’t care who saw their PDA, because through the whole evening he was touching her hip, brushing her hair off her shoulder, and acting so out of character, at least in the way she’d seen him so far.
But it was nice, and she liked having him like this, showing that he cared about her.
He does care about you, at least he’s said as much.
She didn’t know what exactly was going on, especially between her and Fury. The guys didn’t say more than a few words here and there, but she was okay with that, because Angelina didn’t know what to say about this either.
This was a fucked-up situation for sure, and even after Fury explained everything to the guys, told them about why he’d brought her here … how he’d gotten her to the cabin, the tension was still awkward.
“I spoke with Shorty,” the one named Birdie said.
Angelina was in the kitchen cleaning up, keeping busy, but she was casting glances at the guys in the living room. They looked tense.
“They pissed about this whole thing, about me going rogue?” Fury asked, but he didn’t seem apologetic, and Angelina had a feeling he already knew they’d be upset.
He glanced over at her as if he felt her stare, gave her a wink, and focused on Birdie again.
How damn strange I feel this hard up for him after everything.
But knowing that, and common sense telling her that he was dangerous, kidnapped her, and wanted to use her to get back at her father, things had worked out differently.
He hadn’t hurt her, not even after she escaped.
Yes, she’d gotten into bed with him pretty damn fast. He might have forcefully seduced her, but she loved every second of it.
“Dude, you know they are. You went behind everyone’s back, went all rogue and shit.”
Fury didn’t say anything after that, just exhaled and nodded. “Yeah, but I had to do what I felt was right. I had to do what I needed in order to protect the club.”
There had been a lot of cursing and arguing after Fury told them everything. The fact the rest of the MC were on their way to the cabin, according to Stone, had Angelina feeling like she was stuck in the center of a shit storm and there was no way to escape.
But I don’t want to escape.
She stared at Fury, felt her heart pick up speed at the sight of him. Just looking at him made her adrenaline pump through her veins, had this warmth moving through her. She’d never felt this way about anyone. That has to account for something, right?
“You want to go after Sal, we have your back, man. You’re our Prez,” Stone said, his voice hard, unwavering. “Didn’t you think we wanted the fucker in the ground, too?” Stone glanced her way after he said that, but he didn’t look like he was sorry she heard.