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)
“Fuck, man, I don’t need help from anyone.”
Stone grunted and flipped Birdie off. “Grumpy old bastard.”
“Tell me where Fury is.”
Stone had his back to Birdie now, but after a few moments finally turned around. The man had a head full of short dark hair, and his eyes, this intense green color, were trained right on Birdie.
“Don’t think about a lie, man, just fucking tell me where he is. He’s obviously going through some shit, and I want to be there for him. I’ve known him my whole life.”
Stone didn’t say anything for long seconds, but finally exhaled. “He’ll know I snitched him out, and then he’ll beat my ass.”
Birdie shrugged. “You’re big enough and look like you can handle yourself.”
Stone grunted. “Not the fucking point.” Stone exhaled and cursed. “He’s at a cabin out in the fucking middle of nowhere.”
“What cabin?” Birdie asked and was already sitting on the edge of the bed. He was slowly recovering, but damn did he hurt like a motherfucker.
“The club owns a cabin out past Route 26. It’s literally out in the fucking boondocks, but I know that’s where he’s at.”
Birdie nodded. “I need to get out there.”
“You fucking crazy?” Stone asked incredulously. “Not only did Fury want his fucking privacy, but you’re in no shape to go anywhere.”
Birdie flipped Stone off. “I’m fine.” Truth was he hurt like a motherfucker, but if Fury was dealing with shit, he wanted to be there for him.
They’d been through a lot of things back in the day, things the MC didn’t know about, and he wasn’t going to lie up here in this bed when things needed to get done. He held on to his side and breathed through the pain.
This wasn’t the first time he’d been nearly down for the count, but the fact Fury wasn’t here, and hadn’t come by, told Birdie whatever the man was going through was deep.
“Are you sure you want to be moving around?” Stone asked. “Doc said you are lucky to even be alive.”
Birdie grunted. “This isn’t the worst shape I’ve ever been in.” He stared at the other man and could see the annoyance on his face. Birdie chuckled. “You want to nurse me back to health or some shit?”
“Fuck off,” Stone said and walked closer. “Whatever Fury’s going through he hasn’t told the club. The only reason I know where he’s at is because I asked, and when he clammed up, I knew.” Stone ran a hand over his face and breathed out. “President or not, he shouldn’t be going rogue like this.”
Birdie braced his hands on the bed on either side of him. “If he did go rogue, he has a good reason.” Birdie breathed through the pain and pushed himself off the bed.
His chest burned something fierce, but his recovery was going good, if slow. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move to go anywhere, but he needed to be there for Fury. Birdie pushed Stone away when the other man tried to help him walk.
The pain had Birdie starting to sweat, but he slowly made his way into the bathroom. Bracing a hand on the wall, he switched the light on and looked at his reflection in the mirror above the sink.
His dark hair stood in strands around his head, and his face was ashen. Dark circles were around his eyes, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. He looked a fucking mess, but if Fury wasn’t going to answer his damn phone when he called and was out being damn Rambo without the club knowing, Birdie was going to go to him.
Hell, he’d done ten years in prison to protect Fury, even though they’d killed that motherfucker together. He’d do anything for the man because Birdie saw him as a brother, and he’s all he had in this shitty world.
11
Angelina sat on the bed and stared at the plate of food Fury had given her. Her stomach clenched and growled, and although she was hungry, she couldn’t bring herself to eat anything. She thought about her father, about her life.
Her childhood hadn’t been shitty, and in fact she’d had a lot of opportunities opened to her because she was a Cardona. But it was when she got older that she understood why she got all the things she had.
Her brother and father had run the family business, but until she was a teenager, she’d just thought it was the stores around the neighborhood. Little did she know it was those stores that were used to do backroom deals, and were even places where people were killed.
She closed her eyes and hung her head, breathing out. Being a Cardona didn’t mean she liked the life, or even wanted it. It was the hand she’d been dealt. It wasn’t until she saw her brother beat the shit out of some kid because he looked at him the “wrong way” that she realized she couldn’t be part of that world.