Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Then, I shove past him and rush down the front steps.
“Fuckin’ stop,” Fury barks, but I don’t.
I pick up into a run, heading toward the long driveway that leads to the road.
Fury is after me, his heavy booted feet pounding down the dirt road after me. He catches me about halfway down, but it’s only because I’m too slow due to my injuries, otherwise I would far outrun him. Swinging me around, I don’t let him speak before my hand connects with his face in a hard slap and a loud, agonized yell. It’s enough to make him let me go, and he steps back, shocked and angry. His face twisted with both emotions.
“Do not,” I say, pointing my finger at him. “Do not.”
“You’re not goin’ to see him alone.”
“You can’t stop me, Fury.”
“I fuckin’ can, and I will.”
“If you put your hands on me,” I warn, taking a step back.
He takes a step forward and, in a low voice, he growls. “You and I both know damn well I’d never hurt you. So I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do.”
He moves quickly, dropping his shoulder into my stomach and hauling me over his own, as if I weigh nothing. Horrified, I pummel my fists on his back over and over as he turns and strides right past the house where Myla is watching, her mouth slightly agape. He carries me all the way back to the club, and the entire time I curse him. The only thing that slows me down is Hope’s soft voice that comes from my left when we get inside.
“Uncle Fury, why are you carrying Miss Alexis?”
I stop all attempts to get Fury to release me, because the last thing I want is for this little girl to think he’s hurting me. I offer her a smile, lifting my head and meeting her beautiful little gaze. “Uncle Fury and I are just playing, honey,” I say. “Do you want a turn?”
Fury’s grip tightens on me, because he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Yes, please!” Hope cries, jumping up and down.
“Hear that,” I say to Fury. “You have to give Hope a turn.”
“You will fuckin’ ...” he begins, but stops when Hope rushes up to him, stretching her arms out.
He is forced to put me down, and the moment he does, Hope leaps up and he has no choice but to catch her. Throwing her over his shoulder, the little girl squeals with delight as she begs him to go up and down the stairs with her. Offering me a warning look, Fury does as she’s asking, and the second he’s at the top of the stairs, I’m out of there. I take the keys to his truck, and I rush out the door, not slowing down even when I charge past Western, Colt, and Mex, who are all watching me with narrowed eyes. When I unlock Fury’s truck, Western steps forward, but I don’t wait for him to stop me.
I don’t give anyone the chance to stop me; I hit the gas and speed out of the compound without looking back.
Fuck Fury.
Hurt washes through me as I drive down the road, and I know I’ve developed some decent feelings for the strong, rugged biker. His words hurt; they penetrate deep. If this baby belongs to Ethan, then Fury doesn’t want it, which means he doesn’t want me. The very thought of that has my stomach twisting because fuck, it burns. It burns so deeply I have trouble concentrating.
I need to replace that hurt with rage, because if I’m facing Ethan, I can’t afford to be weak when it comes to him.
No.
I need to show him that I’m done with him, and if he wants his freedom too, then he needs to let me leave and never bother me again.
It seems like a simple request, but as I pull up to the house, I know it’s not as easy as it sounds. What if he decides he isn’t going to accept it? What if he kills me on the spot? Is this a huge risk? Maybe I should have him meet me somewhere? I don’t think being in a private place like the house is a good idea.
Hesitating, I decide it’s best if I drive away and call him, so I do just that.
I go into town and find a café that allows me to use their phone, then I call our house number. I know he’ll be home today, and I’m right, because he answers on the second ring with a gruff voice. For a moment, I pause, but then I take a deep breath and in the strongest voice I can muster, I speak.
“It’s me.”
“I thought we were meeting tonight,” he growls.
“We were, but I’m out of patience and time. Let’s meet now.”
“Fine. I’ll see you there.”