Fury (Prisoners of Purgatory MC #5) Read Online Bella Jewel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Prisoners of Purgatory MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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“What if it makes a loud noise?” Myla questions.

“It shouldn’t be too loud if it hits the grass,” I point out.

“It’s worth a shot, it’s the only option we have.”

Coming to an agreement, we lean down ready to lift the safe when a voice comes into the darkness. “What the fuck do you girls think you’re doing.”

I recognize that voice, and I whip my head around to see the light of a phone as Fury stands in the doorway, Mex by his side. They’re looking at us with angry faces, and I know we’re totally busted. Pushing to our feet, we all stand. Mex is the one to speak first. “I thought it was strange, you rushin’ back to the club to get tools. We thought we’d follow you, lucky for us we did.”

“I tried to stop them,” Bonnie squeaks from behind them.

I avoid Fury’s gaze, staring down at his boots on the concrete floor.

“What the fuck are you actually plannin’ to do?” he orders.

“We’re taking this safe, then we’re going to steal Ethan’s phone,” Acacia says casually, as if we’re simply here having coffee.

“Then what?” Mex grunts.

“Then, we’re going to find a way to take him down. We don’t need your help, babe, and we’re doing this with or without you. So, now you’re here, a lift with this safe would be helpful.”

Damn.

She’s straight to the point.

“How do you know there is anything in there worth stealin’ it for?” Fury murmurs, and I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my face as I look anywhere but at him.

“We’re pretty confident,” Myla answers for me. “Now, can we get on with it because we’re risking a lot being here for longer than we need.”

“We’ll get the safe,” Mex tells Acacia.

“Good, then we can go get the phone.”

“She’s not goin’ in that fuckin’ house,” Fury cuts in. “If he catches her, he’ll kill her.”

“I’m right here,” I finally mutter, acknowledging him. “And I’m the only one who can get it because I am the only one who can disarm the security system. It doesn’t matter what you say, I’m doing this.”

He gives me a hard look, but he doesn’t argue.

“Come on,” Acacia says. “Let’s get this done.”

Nodding, I follow her out and show her around the side of the house where there are no cameras. We slink up to the back door and I get her to give me a leg up to the beam on the roof where I placed a spare key. I’m forever losing my keys, and after locking myself out, I decided to hide one up high where nobody would find it. Acacia holds my foot as I stretch up and shove my hands into the roof beams, patting around until I finally get the key.

Lowering me, she holds the light so I can unlock the door. Once it’s open, I only have so long to enter the code before the alarm will go off. I quickly rush to the keypad and turn off the alarm system. Once it’s disabled, I exhale the breath I was holding, then turn to Acacia. “This way.”

I’m praying Ethan is in a deep sleep, because if he hears me, he’ll probably kill the both of us. He keeps his phone by the bed, so I need to be in and out as quickly as possible. Tiptoeing up the stairs, we pause when we reach the bedroom door. I turn to Acacia and press my fingers to my lips. She nods, and then carefully I take the door handle and twist it. It makes a slightly creaking sound, and I pause, holding my breath.

When I hear nothing, I push it open. The soft snoring sounds tell me Ethan is asleep, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I tiptoe over toward the bed. Luckily for me, I know the room well enough, because if I didn’t, I would surely wake him up. Carefully, I stretch my fingers out and pat around on the bedside table. Something tips over, and I pause, my entire body going stiff as I hear Ethan roll. It’s a long, terrifying few moments, but eventually, his snoring begins again.

Oh, thank god.

Finally, my fingers curl around his phone, and I quickly shove it into my pocket before tiptoeing to my dresser by the door. I pull the drawer open as quietly as I can and take a handful of clothes, then I do the same for the next one. Once I have whatever I can, I leave the room and carefully close the door.

We make our way downstairs, and I quickly look around for my purse with my phone. I find it on the kitchen counter, and I have no doubt he has gone right through it. I pick it up, but then hesitate. He’s probably got trackers on everything that belongs to me. Exhaling, I put it down, it’s not worth the risk. I do take my purse, though.


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