Fury (Bleeding Mayhem MC #3) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Mayhem MC Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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Birdie didn’t give a fuck.

“It wasn’t their fucking business.”

Stone swerved off to the side of the road and threw the SUV into park. He shifted on his seat so he was facing Birdie. “It wasn’t their fucking business?”

Birdie didn’t respond and kept his expression stoic.

“We are a damn brotherhood, an MC, and fucking family. The club is always kept in the loop. You being a patch means you follow the rules.”

Birdie clenched his teeth together. “I take this shit seriously. I patched in with the club because I wanted that family connection, and because the MC is a band of hard as fuck men.

I have mad loyalty for them, but this also concerns Fury, our President, and because of that, discretion should be used.” Fuck, now he was getting pissed over this.

“Yeah, he’s our fucking prez and he ran off without telling anyone. Did you see how pissed the other patches were? Can you fucking blame them? Fury went rogue.”

Birdie shook his head. “He didn’t go rogue. Whatever is up with him, and why he’s done what he’s done, is for a good reason.”

“He should have told the club regardless,” Stone said, now looking back at the road. “They won’t let this rest, just to let you know.”

Birdie didn’t say anything, because yeah, he knew that.

“They know where we’re headed, and they’ll follow. If you think we aren’t just as worried about Fury as you are, you’re fucking wrong.”

He knew they cared about their president, but Birdie just couldn’t let this go. “I’m sure he didn’t tell the club because he has his reasons, but we won’t find out if we are sitting on the side of the damn road.”

After several seconds Stone finally spoke again. “It’s a long drive to the cabin, and we don’t even know if he’ll still be there.”

Birdie looked at the long stretch of road in front of him. “Then you better start fucking driving so we can see if he’s there.” Birdie wasn’t backing down from this, and he wasn’t going to submit just because that was the “rule” of the club.

He loved the MC. He joined because he wanted to, because they accepted him for all his faults, and didn’t bat a lash when he told them his past and what he’d done. They were just as crazy as he was, and he wanted that family connection.

But this concerned Fury, a man he thought of as his brother, one he’d die for … and kill for again.

Nothing stood in the way of him making sure shit was right.

26

He couldn’t sleep. All Fury kept seeing was Angelina pressed against the wall looking so damn innocent and primed for him.

He’d been able to smell how aroused she’d been, like he was a damn animal and she was his mate.

Damn, now he was thinking up some fucking insane analogies.

His cock had been hard for hours after leaving her standing there alone, and as much as he wanted to jerk off and get the pressure off his balls, he hadn’t touched himself.

He also thought about tossing some alcohol back to help him sleep, but he’d already been passed out drunk while she’d been in the cabin, and drinking wasn’t sounding as appealing as it normally did.

Pushing himself off the bed, he sat on the edge for a second. He looked down at his raging erection.

“Fuck you,” he said to the asshole, scrubbed a hand over his face and stood. Grabbing a pair of jeans, Fury put them on and headed out of the room. It was the middle of the night, but he noticed the kitchen light was on.

It was when he rounded the corner that he saw Angelina standing against the sink, a bowl and spoon in her hand.

She is so fucking gorgeous.

What in the hell was wrong with him?

She lifted her head, the spoon midway to her mouth, and her gaze locked on his. Her cheeks turned pink, and if he weren’t such a hard-ass, he would have smirked at how cute it was that he’d embarrassed her.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Angelina said and set the spoon back in the bowl.

“Yeah, me neither,” he responded and went over to the cupboard to grab a cup. He went over to the sink, and she moved out of the way for him to fill the glass with water. “That ice cream has to be pretty damn old.” He turned his head and looked at her.

She nodded. “I won’t lie. It was freezer burned, but it’s all you have that’s sweet, and I couldn’t sleep. Eating old ass ice cream sounded like a good enough idea.”

He gave a nod and drank his water. They stood there for several moments without speaking, and he couldn’t deny it was a bit tense.

But then again, this situation wasn’t ideal, and it sure as hell was confusing on his side. He still didn’t understand why she’d stayed, even if she had explained it to him, in a way. If he’d been in her situation, he would have gotten the fuck away from a bastard like him.


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