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)
He didn’t move, didn’t speak. She wasn’t afraid, though. Her anger was controlling her in this second.
She grabbed the chain around her ankle and started pulling on it at the same time she screamed out.
“Fuck you, Fury.” It was the first time she’d used his name since she’d woken up, and it felt good to scream it out. “Fuck. You.”
8
Fury shut the bedroom door, his blood boiling and his rage mounting. He stormed into the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of scotch again, and drank the rest of it. When it was empty, he curled his fingers around the neck, reared his arm back, and threw the fucker against the wall.
Glass shattered and liquor residue sprayed everywhere.
This isn’t who you are. You don’t make women cry. You don’t terrify them.
He started going through the cabinets, needing more alcohol. He was a motherfucker, he knew that, but the tears he’d seen in Angelina’s eyes, the way she’d looked so scared, and the fact he had a good feeling she truly didn’t know shit about her father, made him feel like he’d tear right through his skin.
She’s a Cardona. Don’t let the waterworks or her saying she doesn’t know anything sway you from why she’s really here.
“Fuck,” he growled out. “What in the hell are you actually doing here?” With that he turned and stalked back toward the room. He threw the door open, and it slammed against the wall, startling Angelina. She had her hands wrapped around the chain, was by the lock in the wall, and clearly trying to escape.
He grinned, knowing it was far from humorous. He saw the way her eyes widened, heard her inhale sharply, and watched her back away.
As she retreated from him, her hands in front of her, the fear clear on her face, he felt his cock harden. She was gorgeous in every sense, even in the sweats and T-shirt he’d put on her before he left her place.
He took another step toward her, pissed with himself that he gave a shit about how Angelina Cardona felt.
“P-please,” she whispered.
“It’s because of your father that my club was compromised.” He kept advancing. “It’s because of your family that my friend got hurt.” He moved closer to her until she was forced to stop because the wall was right behind her. He was only a foot from her now, the sweet scent of her filling his head, making him harder. H
e saw her gaze lower to his dick, knew she saw how hard he was, and he couldn’t help but grin wider. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head and leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart.
“I don’t care how I get the information out of you, but you’ll tell me whatever you know, even if you don’t think it’s much.”
9
Angelina held her breath, so afraid, but also feeling … arousal. It was misplaced, wrong, and she felt self-hatred over the fact. She should feel nothing but disgust for this man, but the smell of him, the size of his powerful body, and the intensity that came from him, had something deep inside of her coming awake.
He smelled of liquor, and she felt her body heat, despite the fact this man scared the hell out of her, had kidnapped her, and planned on getting information out of her by any means necessary.
His hands by her head caged her in, and she tried to stay calm, to act like she wasn’t affected or afraid. But the truth was she couldn’t even control her breathing, let alone her emotions.
“Tell me the truth,” he said, his eyes locked with hers. “Tell me when you saw your father last.”
She swallowed, her throat feeling like razorblades were lodged in there. “I haven’t spoken to him in months.”
The corner of his mouth tilted in a sardonic smile. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he said and leaned in another inch.
She pressed her back to the wall, wanting to get away from him, and feeling like an animal trapped. “I’m not lying,” she whispered, and found herself staring deeper into his black eyes. He looked so cold, so heartless, and she didn’t understand why she found any part of this monster attractive.
He didn’t respond or say anything for long seconds, so she continued speaking. “I ran from them, from that life. I don’t want anything to do with them.” She sucked in a lungful of air. “I wanted an out, and it was either run or die.”
Fury didn’t want to move away from her but finally did.
He turned from her, his back taking up her entire view. He lifted a hand and ran it over his short dark hair.
“Fuck.” He turned and faced her. “Motherfucker,” he growled out the words, his voice raised, his anger clear.
She placed her hands flat on the wall behind her and breathed in and out. “I don’t want to be mixed up in any of this. I just want to get away from it all.” Angelina hated that she was crying, that she couldn’t control herself.