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)
“You’ve been out for longer than I thought,” he said, his voice deep, serrated like a rusty knife digging into her flesh. “Glad you came around though. I have a lot planned for us.” He was at the edge of the bed, his arms crossed, his muscles bulging.
She shook her head, not sure why she was doing the act. “Why am I here?” she asked again.
He stayed silent for a second before speaking again. “You’re here because of your father.” His voice was so deep she felt it vibrate throughout her whole body. He stopped at the head of the bed, and she couldn’t do anything but look up at him.
He reached out, and she flinched, not knowing if he’d hit her. But instead, he grabbed a lock of her dark hair and lifted it up, rubbing it between his fingers, staring at the strands.
She was frozen as she watched him.
“Your father fucked up, and you’re the one that will help make this right.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered.
He dropped the strands and looked into her eyes. “No?”
She shook her head.
He gave her a half smile, but it was far from amused. “Your father isn’t Sal Cardona?” He lifted a brow.
Her throat was closing, and she knew lying at this point might only make things worse, if that was even possible.
“I have nothing to do with what my father does or has done. I don’t want anything to do with him or my family.” He stayed silent, and she licked her dry lips again. “I haven’t spoken to him or anyone from the Family in months.”
He smirked, but it wasn’t humorous.
“If you’re trying to get even with him for something he did, I’m the last person that can help. My father doesn’t want anything to do with me.” That last part was a lie, because she knew her father wouldn’t let her just leave the family.
She was blood, in the organization for life, and her running from them had only made things worse. But she couldn’t turn back, even if she wanted to.
“You want me to believe you left that all behind?”
She nodded.
“You think your father doesn’t know where you’re at?”
She stilled.
“If I could find you this easily, the Cardonas have known where you’re at, Princess.”
Could he hear the sound of her heart beating so fast and hard? “B-believe me,” she stuttered the words out. “My father wants nothing to do with me,” she lied again.
“You’re not as good a liar as you may think. If Sal’s alive, he’ll want something to do with you, especially after he realizes what I plan on doing.”
If Sal’s alive?
She swallowed again, not knowing if that information should have made her happy or slightly unnerved. Her father was a hard man to kill, and she knew since she’d witnessed three attempts to take him out.
“What do you plan on doing with me?” Angelina was afraid to ask, but she found herself posing the question anyway.
He smirked again. “Baby, you’re what I’ll be using in case shit goes ugly again with the Cardonas. And if it’s nothing,” he said almost to himself, “then I’ll still have some fun with you.”
She felt her eyes widen. “Please,” she said and shook her head. “You don’t have to do this. I don’t know anything.” She felt her tears fall then. “My father never told me anything. I was just his daughter, not worthy of Family business.” He had to believe her.
But his smile faded and he looked pissed. “I deserve my vengeance because your father and his men hurt someone close to me.”
She shook her head, thinking of all kinds of horrifying things this man planned on doing with her, to her.
She’d rather die than let any of that happen.
6
Fury shut the bedroom door behind him and locked it, feeling like a motherfucker. Angelina had been terrified, her tears like a hot poker right through his gut. He’d never been so cold and callous to a female, never had to threaten one, make her cry.
Despite the fact he couldn’t let her go, and that he’d need her for his own personal gain, Fury still felt like a dirty bastard.
He headed into the kitchen of the two-bedroom cabin he’d brought her to. It was owned by the MC, one that was rarely used unless they needed to get away from shit or needed a place to crash while things calmed down.
Fury grabbed a bottle of scotch and a glass out of the cabinet. He just finished pouring the cup full when his cell went off. He stepped out onto the porch before answering it. No need for the club to hear her scream out if she knew someone might be able to hear.
“Yeah?” he said, and took a drink of the liquor. He leaned against the porch banister and stared at the thick expanse of forest that lined all angles of the house. The cabin was out in the middle of nowhere, situated on enough property that it ensured no one else would be close enough to hear or see them.