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 shook her head. “I don’t want you to be anything you’re not. I love you for who you are, Fury.”
He just held her. “Stay with me, Angelina,” he said, his voice deep, his chest vibrating against her ear as he spoke. “It’s fucking insane, I know, and the circumstances don’t make this ideal, but I can’t not have you in my life.” He pulled back and looked down at her.
She blinked back the water from the shower, wanting this from him, and also knowing how crazy this all was.
“You don’t have to be afraid or worried anymore. You don’t have to look over your shoulder or think you can’t have a life.” He smoothed his thumb along her cheek. “I want to be good for you, good to you. I want to start from the beginning, do the whole dating scene.”
She smiled. “Dating scene? I can’t say I’ve ever really done it.”
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, me neither. But I want to take you out, show you off. I want to buy you flowers, feed you chocolates, and hold the damn door open for you because you deserve to be worshipped. I want to give everything to you because you deserve no less.”
Her smile faded as her heart beat faster at his words.
“I can’t promise you a white picket fence, or anything like that, but I can promise that you’ll always be safe, loved, and you’ll be the only one for me.” He continued to smooth his finger over her cheek. “I can promise you that I’ll always be true to you. You’re my old lady.” He kissed her softly. “Tell me you want that, baby. Tell me you want to be mine, to be by my side.” His voice was so soft, and slightly hesitant, as if he were afraid she’d tell him to fuck off.
“I want that, too, Fury.”
“How the fuck did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
She shook her head again. “I think we’re both lucky, Fury.”
And they were, because how could it be wrong to be with someone that made her feel so right?
39
One week later
“We’re not doing enough,” Shorty said to Fury right before he was about to leave.
“Brother, we are doing all we can. We’ll find her.” Fury placed his hand on Shorty’s shoulder and nodded once. “We’ll find her,” Fury repeated.
Shorty just gave a chin tilt and turned to leave, and the silence that stretched on was pretty deafening.
Angelina gathered the plates that were on the dining room table. They’d had over a few of the guys, but the quiet dinner that was supposed to be what tonight was about, had turned into Shorty bringing up Allie, the girl that Nando had taken.
There hadn’t been any word on where Nando had gone, or even if he still had the girl. Was she even alive?
Trixie, Allie’s mother, was distressed, which was to be expected, but there was nothing they could do aside from using all their resources to look for her.
But with her father dead, the Cardonas were up in arms. Angelina had tried contacting her mother, but when she’d gotten hung up on, and then the number changed, she knew her mother had closed the door on her.
Maybe her pain and grief were just too much? Maybe Angelina leaving had destroyed what they could have had?
I can’t think like that. I won’t. She made her decision.
“You doing okay, baby?” Fury asked and came into the kitchen where she was now.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
Fury wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She rested her head on his chest and just closed her eyes, breathing out. “You’re not fine, baby girl.”
No, she wasn’t, but it was something only time could heal. “It’s not about you or us, but the fact even though my brother and father are dead, someone from their crew has an innocent girl.”
Fury pulled back and kissed her on the forehead. “We’ll find her, have no worries about that.”
She knew they’d find her, because when the Bleeding Mayhem put their minds to something, they got it done without anything getting in their way.
“But I don’t want you worrying about it, okay? You’ve been through enough, and it’s my fault—”
She kissed him, stopping him from saying anything else. “No more blame being cast except where it’s due, and that’s at the men that did this to us and Allie.”
It had only been a week since all the shit had gone down with her father, but things were settling. Fury had gotten her out of her shitty apartment and into his, and although it was small, she felt safe here.
In due time she’d look for something bigger, maybe an apartment for herself, or one she could share with the man she loved.
“You know I love you so fucking much?”