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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.
Had she heard them talking? If so, she’d be smart to stay in the room, because he sure as fuck didn’t want to explain what she was doing here, or who she was.
But then his heart stopped as the bedroom door opened and she came walking out in a pair of his sweats three sizes too big, and one of his T-shirts that hung off one of her shoulders.
Her dark hair was a wealth of waves around her shoulders, and her head was downcast as she messed with the pant leg. They hung off her, and damn was she fucking cute, attractive in his clothes.
The air in the room stilled, thickened, and became heated. The other two men stared at her, and Fury glanced between Stone and Birdie, gauging their reactions.
“Fury,” Angelina said, her head still downcast, a smile playing along her lips, “I hope it’s okay I am wearing this.” She lifted her head then. “The clothes I had were a wreck from last night—”
Her smile was frozen on her face for a second as she looked among the three of them, and then her smile faded. No one spoke or moved for several moments, and then Fury walked over to her and stood in front of Angelina.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Birdie asked and sat up, not sounding upset, but certainly confused. It was also clear by Stone’s confusion they didn’t know who Angelina was.
Good, because the need to protect her, even from the men he trusted the most, rode Fury hard.
“You got to be fucking kidding me,” Stone muttered under his breath. “You ran off to keep some pussy on demand in the cabin?”
Fury felt his rage rising at the way Stone casually spoke about Angelina. She was a hell of a lot more than some pussy on demand. “Watch it, boy,” Fury said through clenched teeth.
Stone lifted his eyebrow and looked at Birdie. Fury glanced at Birdie, too, and saw his expression tense.
“What’s going on, man?” Birdie asked, now standing, and trying to look around Fury’s shoulder. Fury reached behind and curled his fingers around Angelina’s waist.
He knew these men wouldn’t hurt her, but just the thought of someone looking at her, thinking filthy things about her, pissed him off and had his protective side rise up like a violent beast.
“I can see the little bird behind you means something more than some pussy on the side.” Birdie looked at Fury again. “So tell us what in the hell is going on, Fury? Why all the hiding? What’s really the plan?”
