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“The club will be here soon.”
He nodded. Yeah, and as much as he wanted to keep her away from this, which was pretty fucking twisted given the fact he was the one to bring her into it in the first place, the MC would want her there, as well.
What Fury had done to her was despicable, and the Bleeding Mayhem sure as fuck didn’t do this kind of shit to women.
“I don’t think I can go back to sleep anyway,” she said and sat up, the sheet falling away from her naked body.
Fury couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful she was. Her long dark hair was tussled from sleep and the fact he’d made love to her.
He’d made love to her, and he wanted to do it every night and then hold her close as she slept.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Angelina smiled and pushed a stray piece of hair away from her face.
“Fury, get the fuck out here.” Birdie’s voice was hard, and Fury went right to attention.
“Get dressed and come out, baby.”
She nodded and was off the bed in seconds. Fury shut the bedroom door behind him and stared at Birdie and Stone.
“What?” he asked, his blood pumping hard, his adrenaline already coursing through his veins.
Birdie tipped his chin toward the kitchen, and Fury glanced over, his heart stalling for a second before it started beating harder and stronger than before. There, standing in the center of the kitchen was Sal Cardona flanked by four men, and another man, who held a woman in front of him with a knife to her neck.
Guns were trained on the three of them.
Sal took a weak step closer, and Fury looked down at the cast on his leg. He had one of those boots on to allow him to walk on it but didn’t have any crutches. Good, they’d hurt the fucker. He deserved so much more, though.
Sal’s men didn’t move with him but kept their guns at the ready.
“So, you’re the one that took my daughter,” Sal said, not phrasing it like a question.
Fury didn’t respond, but he could see Birdie and Stone shifting slightly on their feet. They had guns stashed all around the cabin, for obvious reasons, but at the moment trying to get to any of them would mean a lot of gunfire aimed their way.
“I could have killed you just an hour ago while my daughter slept beside you, but I thought this would be a more appropriate introduction.” Sal moved around the counter in the kitchen and ran his finger over the granite. “And besides, I wanted to make sure your death was nice and slow, because what you and your club did to my son can’t be forgotten.”
Fury clenched his hands into fists at his side and breathed out. His heart was thundering as he thought about Angelina in the other room. And then he heard her in the bedroom.
Fury looked at her, could see she’d already been aware they were out here, and he surmised she’d probably heard her father speaking.
“There she is, my traitorous daughter,” Sal all but spit out, venom in his voice.
Fury moved to the side to get in front of her, a human shield to block whatever vileness her father would throw at her.
But the sound of Saltskingand one of the guns from his men being cocked had Fury stilling.
“Honorable,” Sal said, speaking to Fury. “But what little compassion I might have held for my daughter back in the day, faded when I realized she ran of her own free will, and slept with the enemy.”
“You never held any compassion for me,” Angelina said from behind him, her voice strong, clear, despite the fact he assumed she was scared shitless.
Sal smirked and looked over Fury’s shoulder at her. “Come here, Angelina.” A moment of silence stretched before Fury heard her stepping closer. He saw her move around him, and both of their gazes clashed for a suspended moment.
The club had to be arriving any minute, but were there more men in the surrounding area, waiting, watching? It would have been smart of Sal to bring more than five guys.
Angelina now stood in front of Fury, feet from her father, and her head held high. She wore his clothing again, the material sagging off her body. Sal looked her up and down.
“Sleeping with the Cardona enemy, Angelina?”
