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)
“Hey,” he said, because honestly, he didn’t know what in the fuck to say.
She smiled, but she looked nervous as hell, too.
“Coffee?” Angelina nodded, took a step toward him but before she moved more than a foot, she stopped. When she looked down at herself her face became pink. “I should probably get dressed.”
Fury couldn’t help it. He smiled. “I won’t complain about naked coffee drinking.”
Angelina started laughing, and the sound was nice, calming. “I’ll be right back.” She turned and left, and Fury felt himself still smiling.
After all that happened, this time with her felt … normal. It was still pretty insane that she’d ended up in his bed after everything, but he couldn’t deny the fact he felt very possessive of her.
The very thought of letting her walk away, that he wouldn’t see her again, had this rage billowing inside of him. He wanted her like a fiend, and if he were being honest, he’d felt that desire start to grow inside of him the first time he saw her all those weeks ago.
It had developed into the territorial monster it was now, and there was no denying or stopping it.
The sound of an approaching vehicle had Fury looking out the window and seeing a dark SUV coming up the driveway. It was too far for him to see who was inside, but he was already on alert. He opened the sink cabinet, reached under it, and grabbed the gun tucked underneath.
It was just one of the many guns that were stashed around the cabin.
Checking to make sure it was locked and loaded, he tucked the pistol at the small of his back and grabbed another gun that was on top of the fridge, making sure that one was ready, as well.
He kept his focus on the approaching vehicle the whole time, and when it came to a stop in front of the cabin, the glare from the sun cut right over the windshield, blocking him from trying to make out who was in the car.
He could assume it was a Bleeding MC member, because there were several SUVs at the clubhouse that were similar, but it was a standard dark car, and could be anyone. Fury had to always be prepared.
The driver got out of the vehicle first, and then the passenger was next. It was then he saw it was Birdie and Stone. Fury cursed and set the gun he had in his hand down and walked to the front door.
He glanced down at his bedroom door, but Angelina was still inside getting dressed.
“Fuck,” he said again and opened the door before Birdie and Stone could either barge in or knock. He saw Birdie holding his outer leg as he made his way toward the porch.
Stone stood back, but he knew Birdie well enough that the other man probably wouldn’t accept any help from anyone.
“Hey,” Stone said, his voice tight, because he damn well knew he shouldn’t be up here.
“I said I needed time to myself to handle shit.” Fury looked pointedly at Birdie.
“This asshole was persistent.” Stone narrowed his eyes at Birdie. “And the club knows where you’re at. They saw us leaving and things just came out.” Stone straightened. “But it’s not right for me to keep your fucking dirty laundry, man. The club deserves to know.”
Fury cursed again and nodded. “Yeah, I know, but shit, Stone, you could have given me a warning. You know damn well the club will have their ass up here to see what the fuck is going on.”
Stone nodded. The two men were now on the porch, with Birdie leaning against the banister holding his side now. Sweat beads covered his forehead, and his face was pale, but he looked hard as fucking steel in his composure.
“What the fuck, man?” Birdie said, his voice hard, angry.
“I should have kept you in the loop, but you were recovering, and I was pissed at the whole situation.” Fury wasn’t going to apologize for what he’d done. The reason he was here was because he needed to get vengeance for his friend and the club.
“You thought up and leaving, without saying shit to anyone was what a president of an MC should do, what a brother should do?” Birdie was pissed, his face getting red, more sweat covering his forehead. It was also clear he was in pain.
“Man, get in the fucking house and lay down.”
Birdie flipped him off, but the three of them did head inside. Once Birdie was on the couch, Fury went over to the freezer and got out a bottle of vodka.
He walked over to his longtime friend, handed him the whole thing, and watched as Birdie popped the cap and took a long swig from it. They stood there without speaking, and Fury glanced at the bedroom door.