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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He pulled his baseball cap down lower, pulled up the lapels on the jacket he’d thrown on, and got out of the SUV to follow her. He kept an eye on the car that was tailing her, as well, but they kept a good distance from her.

He couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t easy on the eyes, and that made watching her, stalking her, that much easier. She was fucking gorgeous, but when his cock started to get hard thinking about her, he told himself whose daughter she was.

That was like ice water on a fire to him. But who the fuck was he kidding? It wasn’t like it got rid of his hard-on fully.

He might not know exactly what he’d do with Angelina Cardona once he had her, not fully at least, but he wasn’t thinking that far in advance. The only thing he was focused on was making sure he had leverage if her father, Sal, somehow came back from the dead, which was a pretty good fucking possibility.

Tonight was the night he’d get some fucking answers.

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Angelina had felt that prickling on the back of her neck the entire walk home, but she felt safe now, better that she was in her home with the doors locked. Was this shit all in her head?

Was she so paranoid that the more she thought about what was out there, the more she worked herself up?

Rubbing a hand over her face, she set her purse and jacket on the kitchen table and went over to the fridge. Wine sounded good right about now, that and a hot bubble bath. Maybe the alcohol and soaking in the tub would help alleviate some of her tension?

Angelina took the bottle, a glass, and headed upstairs. She hated living this life where she felt like she was on a ledge and the slightest wind would push her right off into a bottomless pit.

It was par for the course, she supposed, but Angelina just wanted a normal life. She didn’t want to be known as the daughter of Sal, a fucked-up man that terrorized people, or the sister of a Cardona that enjoyed torturing his enemies for the sheer fun of hearing them scream.

Exhaling and setting the bottle of wine on the counter, she started the water and poured a capful of bubbles into the tub. She didn’t know how long she stood there, but the room started to get warm and moist from the humidity in the air, and she felt beads of perspiration start to dot her forehead.

Removing her shirt, she tossed it in the hamper, her mind thick with that worry that she’d never have the quiet life she’d always wanted.

Angelina didn’t want to be anyone who was instantly recognizable when she walked down the street, ate at a restaurant, or shopped in a store. She didn’t want to be anyone at all, in fact

But she supposed it was what it was. Sooner or later, she’d be found, because she couldn’t hide forever, especially if the Cardonas wanted to find her.

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Fury picked the lock, let himself into Angelina’s place, and shut the door quietly behind him. He stood there for a second, listening to the sounds in the house and hearing the water running in the bathroom.

Like clockwork she was in there bathing. He moved into the kitchen, saw she’d left the cabinet open to the glasses, and turned to head into the living room. Everything was silent, and he hadn’t seen that vehicle following her anymore.

His blood pumped through his veins, and adrenaline and wild energy filled his very cells. He anticipated this, had been following her around long enough, and now was the time he’d get what he came for.

Removing the small bottle that held chloroform and the rag from his pocket, he looked down at the glass jar. He’d bought it easily enough from some less than savory people he knew. Fury had always just used physical violence to make his point, but he wouldn’t do that with a female.

He made his way down the hallway, his boots making a soft thud on the carpet. Stopping when he was right in front of the bathroom door, Fury stood there a moment, hearing the water being turned off.

A second later the sound of her stepping into the tub played out, and he couldn’t help the sudden arousal that slammed through him. Hell, he was a man, and she was a naked woman on the other side of the door. There would be plenty of time for playing with her, though, once he got back to his place.

And then he heard music playing from behind the bathroom door. It was classical, something sad sounding, and although maybe he should have felt like a piece of shit for what he was about to do, he didn’t care.


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