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 then moved up the bed and started undoing the rope around her wrists. He was so close, the scent of whatever cologne and the leather vest he wore dark and intense. Or maybe it was just the scent of him, like violence personified.

Once her hands were free, she rubbed them, her focus trained on Fury still. He took a step back, glared at her for a suspended moment, and then turned and grabbed the plate and glass from the dresser before heading back toward her.

“Sit up and eat something.” He sounded so cold, and as much as she’d told herself she’d fight, she also needed to play it smart.

Sitting up on the bed, she looked at the plate he’d set down in front of her. It was just a sandwich and a handful of chips, and although she didn’t know how long she’d been out, she wasn’t hungry.

Her stomach clenched in disgust, and when she looked up at him it was to see Fury standing there with his arms crossed once more and that stoic expression on his face.

“I’m not hungry,” she said in a low voice.

“You need to eat or you’ll be sick.”

She looked at the food again and felt like throwing up. “I already feel sick.”

“It’s the chloroform. Drink the water and try to eat and you’ll feel better. It’ll help flush your system.”

She looked at him again. He obviously wanted her better so he could do all the depraved shit to her, and as much as she wanted to claw his eyes out, she found herself picking up the sandwich and taking a bite.

For several minutes he just stood there watching her eat. She had the chain and shackle around her ankle, but it wasn’t attached to anything. The longer she stared at the length of the chain, the more she thought about if she could use it as a weapon.

“Don’t think about it,” he said, as if reading her mind.

She looked up at him, knowing her eyes were wide with fear and shock.

“Even if you hit me over the head with the chain it wouldn’t bring me down.” He looked like a mean motherfucker.

She set the sandwich down and kept her focus on him. “Why don’t you just do what you plan on doing to me and get it over with?” She was scared to death, but thought she was doing a good job of trying to look strong.

He didn’t move, didn’t show emotions, and for long seconds continued to watch her. “Do what I’m going to do to you?”

“Rape me, torture me … do whatever it is you’re going to do to me to get the information I don’t have on my father.”

“I already fucking told you I have no plans to rape you.” He sounded even more pissed if that was possible. “And I don’t hurt women.”

“No, you just kidnap them and tie them up.” God, where is this coming from? I must have a death wish.

For a suspended moment they both just looked into each other’s eyes, and then he smirked and shook his head. He grabbed the chain and moved over to the wall. She’d just now seen there was a lock drilled in. He attached the chain to the wall and turned to face her.

“I’m not going to rape you or hurt you, but that’s not to say you won’t want me to do a hell of a lot of dirty shit to you eventually.”

Fat chance in hell.

Of course, she didn’t say that out loud.

“I’m not lying when I say I know nothing of my father’s dealings. I haven’t spoken to him in months, and even before that he didn’t tell me anything.” She told him that again and would until she was blue in the face. But she knew it wouldn’t have mattered because this man clearly had an agenda.

“You may think you don’t know anything,” he leaned forward, “but believe me, Princess, you know more than you think.”

She shook her head, but he pulled away, the conversation clearly done for right now.

“Finish eating and I’ll show you the bathroom so you can get cleaned up.” He turned, as if about to leave her in the room, and she felt her panic rise.

“Wait,” she said.

He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her, his short dark hair and dark eyes making him seem evil, like the very devil himself.

“I…” She looked around, first at the chain on her leg, and then at the wall where she was secured.

“You’re out in the middle of nowhere. Cry, scream, it doesn’t matter. No one will hear you.” He turned fully to face her. “And even if you did escape, we are miles upon miles away from anyone or anything.” He took a step toward her. “I’d find you before you reached anyone.”

She started crying. She couldn’t help it. Damn her father and the life he led for putting her in this situation. “You’re a fucking asshole.” She wiped her tears away. “Terrorizing a woman because you’re nothing but a motherfucking bastard.”


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