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 didn’t respond.
“You are nothing more than a traitor to your family. If your brother was here—”
“But he’s not, because his life was shitty in every way. He took lives, murdered, raped, stole, and didn’t care for anyone but himself and what he could gain.”
Fucking hell, Angelina.
Sal’s nostrils flared, his anger clear on his face.
“And you’re no better.”
Goddammit. She was going to get herself killed, and Fury wouldn’t be able to stop it until it was too late.
Before Fury could anticipate what was going to happen, Sal backhanded Angelina hard enough her head cocked to the side.
Fury was in front of her a second later, pushing her behind the safety of his body, and wanting to slice open Sal’s neck and watch him bleed out. He could have knocked the fucker back, but Sal’s men were right next to him a second later, four guns trained at Fury’s chest.
“Protective, which is admirable, but it isn’t going to help you when this is all said and done.” Sal grinned.
“Who the fuck is the girl?” Birdie asked. Leave it to the other man to point out something that wasn’t their issue at this moment.
All eyes went to the fucker that held the woman. She looked groggy, probably because she’d been drugged. Although it didn’t appear she was afraid.
“Go on, sweetheart,” the man holding her said. He had his arm wrapped around her waist, holding her up, and grinning like a sadistic bastard. “Tell them,” he said with a harder voice.
“Allie,” she said, her voice thick because of being drugged. “My mother is Trixie.”
Shit.
Fury knew who Trixie was, not because he’d fucked her, but because she’d been around the club for a long time. She was a good person, and although he hadn’t known she had a daughter, this fucker was using her as leverage.
“And before you ask what I’m doing with her,” the fucker said, “I just want you to know she’s the icing on top of the shit storm. I’m going to make her hurt before I have my way with her. If I have to haul her around as payback, I might as well get some pleasure out of it.”
“You sick bastard, Nando,” Angelina said, her voice thick now from her emotions.
Nando chuckled.
Fury saw a glint out the window in the tree line in his peripheral vision and glanced to the side. His body tensed when he saw a flash of leather and denim, and the gun Shorty held.
The club was here.
35
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Sal and his men pulled Angelina away from Fury, and he roared out like an enraged animal.
“Get your fucking hands off of her,” Fury said and went to grab her away from Sal, but one of her father’s men jammed the butt of his gun in Fury’s temple. He stumbled back, but still looked so angry, and even unfazed as blood ran down his temple.
“Come after her again and I’ll make sure Angelina is the one that gets the hit to the head,” Sal said, the threat real.
The Cardona men kept the barrels of their guns lined up right on the three bikers. Her father had his hand wrapped tightly around her forearm and all but dragged her out of the cabin. Fury and the other two bikers were ushered behind them with guns trained to the back of their skulls.
Once outside, she saw her father’s dark SUV, along with another one beside it. This couldn’t be how this ended for her, because she knew her father seeing her as a traitor meant she’d be treated as such. She was no longer his blood, but an expendable “example to be shown to others”.
The air was crisp for how early it was, but the sun was starting to rise, and the brightness of it crept over the trees, blinding her for a second. She lifted her hand to shield her eyes but was yanked forward by Sal.
The stairs of the porch caught her off guard, and she tumbled forward. Sal curled his lip in disgust and yanked her up so she was righted.
“You’re pathetic,” he said, disgust lacing his voice. “I’m glad your brother isn’t here to see this, to see what a failure and traitor you have become.”
There were a lot of things she wanted to say but didn’t know where to start. She knew if she didn’t get out of this, she was as good as dead, and the very thought of Fury not being in her life hurt like hell.
“Your mother couldn’t even be bothered with you, not when you’re a little bitch and ran from us,” Sal said and faced her once they were just feet from the SUV. “She’s too grief-stricken by the loss of her son, her one child that actually made her proud. Pills, alcohol, and her depression made her a recluse.” Sal sneered at Angelina. “You should have been there to tend to her.”