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)
He pushed himself up, the pain enough he groaned deep in his throat. He charged forward again.
Sal picked up the knife, and just as Fury got to him Sal swiped out, slicing his shoulder. Fury hissed out and stumbled backward against a tree, bracing himself with one hand.
This fucker is stronger than he looks.
Sal turned and went to Angelina at the same time Fury was moving toward him. But the ground was shifting out from under him, the knock to his head when he’d fallen previously starting to rise up and try to claim him.
Sal wrapped his hand around her throat and pushed her up against the tree. Even from the distance Fury could see the sweat beading on Sal’s forehead, and knew the man was in pain.
“You fucking bitch. You’ve disgraced your family, shit on Marco’s memory, and fucked the man who helped kill your brother.”
Fury breathed through the pain, grabbed the knife that had fallen from Angelina’s grasp, and tightened his hold around it.
Without thinking about it anymore he rushed Sal, placed the blade right at his carotid artery, and sliced him wide open. Blood sprayed outward, covering Angelina. Her eyes were wide, but Sal had let go of her to cover his own throat, trying to stop the bleeding.
Fury moved away, and Sal fell backward, gurgling. The arc of blood that came from his throat was in time with the beating of his heart.
Fury grabbed Angelina and pulled her in close, trying to shield her from the sight of her father dying, of the violence around them.
“No. Let me see. I need to watch this end.” She faced her father on the ground, and Sal stared at them as the life in his eyes dimmed. And then he was lifeless, the gunfire seeming to have stopped completely, along with the shouts from the MC surrounding them.
Fury turned Angelina away from where her father lay dead, cupped her cheeks, and looked into her eyes.
“Just focus on me, baby.”
She nodded. Blood covered her face, her eyes wide, and she was breathing hard and fast.
“Are you okay?” He was so fucking worried about her right now.
She blinked a few times, but nodded again. “I’m fine. It’s over,” she whispered, and then she started crying.
He pulled her in and just held her, knowing the relief she felt was consuming. The tears she cried were of happiness, of freedom. He knew that as much as he knew that he fucking loved this woman so damn much.
He wouldn’t let her go, would always protect her, and if he died trying, then he’d do it for her.
She was his world now, his old lady, and no one would get between him and Angelina.
37
The carnage of the fight was all around them, the aftermath leaving blood on his hands and his heart still racing. Shorty turned in a circle, the woods surrounding him, the cabin just up ahead.
The rest of the MC were heading back to the cabin, and he could hear Stone talking on the phone to the men that would clean up the mess here. There were bodies all over the place, bullet holes in the trees, and pools of blood seeping into the dirt.
Shorty ran a hand over his hair, feeling sweat, grit, and blood covering part of the short strands.
“You okay, man?” Dealer asked, looking just as dirty as Shorty did. But Dealer was wounded, having gotten grazed by a bullet. He’d been field patched up, and sported a rag that was starting to be saturated with blood.
“I’m good, man.” Shorty looked at one of the Cardona men just a foot from where he stood, face down and dead. He turned his head and spit out a mouthful blood. “I’m glad all these Cardona fuckers are lifeless. Makes the day better.”
Dealer snorted. “We’re getting ready to head out of here. Not sure how far the gunshots traveled, but it’s smart if we leave.”
Shorty nodded, his mind on one thing, one person.
“Cleaners can be here in an hour. They got a crew in the next town over, so we lucked out in that regard,” Stone said after disconnecting the call.
Shorty thought about the woman Nando had. That fucking asshole had run out of here when shit started to get really bad. Had he thought the MC would just lie down and take what Sal and his men brought? Well, the prick hadn’t known what was coming.
“Fuck,” Shorty said under his breath.
“Man, you okay?” Stone asked and moved up to stand beside him.
“Is no one concerned about Trixie’s daughter?” Shorty rolled his head around on his neck and breathed out.
He was antsy as fuck, and all he kept thinking about was the wide-eyed look she’d had right before Nando was able to slip out from under them.
From the moment he saw her just yesterday at the clubhouse, something in him switched on.