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)
“Man, where you at?” Stone, one of the members of the MC asked. The sound of the other member inhaling and exhaling came through before Fury spoke.
“I had business to take care of.” Fury may be the president of the MC, but shit still needed to be brought to the club for a vote.
He also shouldn’t have just up and left without at least telling them where he was. But telling them he was at the cabin meant one of them might come up here unannounced. That, he couldn’t have. Even though the club did some shady shit, if the members knew he was holding a woman here against her will, hell would rain down.
“You at the cabin?” Stone asked, and Fury cursed internally. He didn’t answer right away, just drank more scotch. “I’ll take your silence as affirmation.” Stone exhaled again.
“Birdie doing any better?” Just thinking about his lifelong friend wounded because of what the Cardonas did to him had rage engulfing him again. Fury didn’t get his club name because he kept his anger in check.
“The same,” Stone said.
“The club doctor say anything about his recovery?” Birdie was back at the club, and their back alley physician was helping to get the newly patched-in member on the up and up.
“Nothing new, but you know Birdie is a tough bastard.”
Fury nodded even though he was alone. Birdie was one hardcore motherfucker. He’d saved Fury’s life back in the day, something the club didn’t know. But even though Fury owed his life to his friend, that wasn’t the only reason he was doing what he was. The club had been hit, and Birdie had been injured.
That meant retribution.
He clenched his jaw and stared at his half empty cup. “I got business to take care of. I don’t want anyone coming up here, got it?”
“Yeah, Prez, got it.” A moment of silence passed. “But if you need backup—”
“I don’t.” He disconnected the call and turned away from the woods. He stared at the window that led to the room Angelina was currently tied up in. It was time to get this party started. He didn’t know how far he was going to go to push Angelina, but he had to fucking start this shit.
7
She didn’t know how long he’d left her alone, but it seemed like forever even though it couldn’t have been more than half an hour. Her arms had since gone numb, and the harder she struggled, the tighter the knots became.
He had either been in the Navy, or he had done this before.
The latter made her blood run even colder.
The door swung open, and she still struggled, her flight or fight instinct running wild in her. Even though it seemed fruitless, she wasn’t about to just lie here and wait for him to rape, torture, or kill her.
He came into the room holding a plate and a cup of what looked like water. He set it on the dresser, then opened one of the drawers and started rummaging through it. She stared at his back, not about to say anything because it might make things worse, but also not wanting to be the victim, even if she was.
She needed to be strong. She’d grown up with the Cardonas, and that meant she didn’t take shit from anyone.
“Even if I wanted to help you bring my father down, I don’t know anything about him that could help.” He didn’t say anything and kept his back to her. “I won’t let you rape me. I’ll fight.” He turned around then, holding a length of chain, a shackle, and a lock.
Her heart stilled, her throat tightened, and she felt sweat instantly bloom on her forehead. Were her eyes as wide as they felt?
“Rape you?” he said low, deadly, as if those words pissed him off. He moved toward her once more. “I don’t need to rape women.”
She watched him set the lock and chain on the bed. He started undoing the rope, and she knew she had to stay strong, to show him she wouldn’t take this like some weak victim.
Once he had her legs free, she bent her knees, about to kick him. But Fury let out this low, almost inhuman sound, and pressed his hand down on her legs, stilling her with so little effort. The hard, cold look on his face had her freezing. “Behave.”
She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe.
“You understand me, Angelina? You fucking behave. I can make this a hell of a lot worse for you if you fucking fight me.”
Her throat tightened even more, nausea assaulted her, and she wanted to scream out from it all. But she nodded, wanting to live even if she’d told him she’d rather die.
He stared at her hard for another long second, and then attached the shackle, chain, and lock around her ankle.