Fury (13 page)

Fury
turned Angelina away from where her father lay dead, cupped her cheeks, and
looked into her eyes.

“Just
focus on me, baby.”

She
nodded. Blood covered her face, her eyes wide, and she was breathing hard and
fast.

“Are
you okay?” He was so fucking worried about her right now.

She
blinked a few times, but then nodded again. “I’m fine. It’s over,” she whispered,
and then she started crying.

He
pulled her in and just held her, knowing the relief she felt was consuming. The
tears she cried were of happiness, of freedom. He knew that as much as he knew
that he fucking loved this woman so damn much. He wouldn’t let her go, would
always protect her, and if he died trying, then he’d do it for her. She was his
world now, his old lady, and no one would get between him and Angelina.

Chapter
Nineteen

The
carnage of the fight was all around them, the aftermath having blood on his
hands and his heart still racing. Stone turned in a circle, the woods
surrounding him, the cabin just up ahead. The rest of the MC were heading back
to the cabin, and he could hear Stone talking on the phone to the men that
would clean up the mess here. There were bodies all over the place, bullet
holes in the trees, and pools of blood seeping into the dirt.

Shorty
ran a hand over his hair, feeling sweat, grit, and blood covering part of the
short strands.

“You
okay, man?” Dealer asked, looking just as dirty as Stone did. But Dealer was
wounded, having gotten grazed by a bullet. He’d been field patched up, and
sported a rag that was starting to be saturated with blood.

“I’m
good, man.” Shorty looked at one of the Cardona men just a foot from where he
stood, face down and dead. He turned his head and spit out a mouthful of spit
and blood. “I’m glad all these Cardona fuckers are lifeless. Makes the day
better.”

Dealer
snorted. “We’re getting ready to head out of here. Not sure how far the gunshots
traveled, but it’s smart if we leave.”

Shorty
nodded, his mind on one thing, one person.

“Cleaners
can be here in an hour. They got a crew in the next town over, so we lucked out
in that regard,” Stone said after disconnecting the call.

Shorty
thought about the woman Nando had. That fucking asshole had run out of here
when shit started to get really bad. Had he thought the MC could just lie down
and take what Sal and his men brought? Well, the prick hadn’t known what was
coming.

“Fuck,”
Shorty said under his breath.

“Man,
you okay?” Stone asked and moved up to stand beside him.

“Is
no one concerned about Trixie’s daughter?” Shorty rolled his head around on his
neck and breathed out. He was antsy as fuck, and all he kept thinking about was
the wide eyed look Trixie’s daughter had given him right before Nando was able
to slip out from under them.

From
the moment he saw her just yesterday at the clubhouse, something in him came
alert. He couldn’t describe the feeling, but he’d taken notice of her
instantly, his heart beat faster, and this primal side of him rose up. He’d
wanted her in that moment, her curvy body calling out to him, and his cock
punching out in lust. But this situation was all kinds of fucked up.

“Of
course we’re fucking concerned. It’s an innocent woman that got caught up in
all of this.” Dealer was the one to speak. “But I heard Angelina got the fucker
with a bullet to the shoulder. If he doesn’t bleed out we can at least hope
he’s in some serious pain. That’s something.”

It
wasn’t enough.

“We’ll
find her, Shorty,” Stone said. “Dirty and the others are already working on
connections to track down Nando. He can’t get far with us on his ass.”

They
sure as hell better find her. And when he had his hands on Nando, Shorty was
going to really fuck that asshole up.

****

Fury
and Angelina gotten back to her apartment just an hour before, and although she
was still shaking from what had happened, having Fury here, everything working
out, and her father finally gone, had this calm settling over Angelina. She
lifted her hand and rubbed her skin, the pain there physically and mentally.
Her father, a man that she’d had felt no connection with, hadn’t seen her as
anything but leverage for what he needed in order to gain something in his
life. It was Marco that he’d loved, that was his legacy. She was just a pawn,
and even if that should have hurt more than it did, Angelina had always known
the truth deep down.

And
her mother, God, hearing her father say her mother wanted nothing to do with
her, that she was lost in her own world, in pills and alcohol, wasn’t a
surprise either.

“Baby?”

Fury’s
strained voice came from behind her, and she looked at him. He stood there, his
clothes covered in dirt and blood, his face appearing weary.

“Let’s
take a shower. Let’s wash all this fucking hell off of us.”

She
couldn’t have thought of a better thing to do in that moment. Letting him lead
her into the bathroom, she turned on the light and saw the tub was still filled
from all those days ago. But she didn’t think about any of that. Meeting Fury
might not have been on the most honest and true of terms, but since that time
things had changed. He’d saved her life, made her feel alive, and this was
where she wanted to be—with him.

After
draining the tub and starting the shower, Angelina turned and faced Fury. They
didn’t speak, and as he helped her undress, mindful her body was sore, she felt
her love for him. Yeah, she loved him, and it just hit her right now like a ton
of bricks.

Lifting
her hands and cupping his stubble-covered cheeks, she smiled. “I love you.”
Whispering, she held her breath, waiting to see what he’d say, if he’d say
anything.

“I
love you, too,” he responded, and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“I fucking love you, Angelina.”

She
smiled against his mouth and wrapped her arms around him. Only when the room
started to fill with steam did they pull away and step into the tub. The water
from the shower moved down Angelina’s body, and she closed her eyes in pleasure
and contentment.

Fury
pushed her hair away from her shoulders and leaned down to kiss the side of her
neck. Goosebumps formed along her skin, and she sighed and leaned against his
body, using his strength the way she desperately needed it.

“Let
me care for you, wash you.”

She
felt herself nod.

His
soapy hands felt incredible on her flesh, and she sighed. As the water washed
the bubbly remnants away, he turned her around so her back was to his chest
now. His skin was smooth and warm, slick and hard. He washed her hair with
gentle, caressing movements, and although she felt his erection on the small of
her back, she knew he didn’t want sex right now. This was about the two of them
just being here together in this moment.

“I
killed your father, Angelina,” he said, and she opened her eyes, staring at the
tile across from her.

“Yes,
you did, but he was never really my father, not in any of the ways that
mattered.”

He
didn’t respond, but just held her. “I love you,” he said again, and she turned
around to face him. The sound of the water beating against the tiles didn’t
drown out the emotion in his voice.

“I
love you, too, Fury.”

He
wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed her forehead. “A part of me
wants to be good, abide by the fucking rules, for you. But I don’t know how to
be a good man. I don’t know how to be good enough for you.”

She
shook her head. “I don’t want you to be anything you’re not. I love you for who
you are, Fury.”

He
just held her. “Stay with me, Angelina,” he said, his voice deep, his chest
vibrating against her ear as he spoke. “It’s fucking insane, I know, and the
circumstances don’t make this ideal, but I can’t not have you in my life.” He
pulled back and looked down at her. She blinked back the water from the shower,
wanting this from him, and also knowing how crazy this all was. “You don’t have
to be afraid or worried anymore. You don’t have to look over your shoulder or
think you can’t have a life.” He smoothed his thumb along her cheek. “I want to
be good for you, good to you. I want to start from the beginning, do the whole
dating scene.”

She
smiled. “Dating scene? I can’t say I’ve ever really done it either.”

He
chuckled softly. “Yeah, me either. But I want to take you out, show you off. I
want to buy you flowers, feed you chocolates, and hold the damn door open for
you because you deserve to be worshipped. I want to give everything to you
because you deserve no less.”

Her
smile faded as her heart beat faster at his words.

“I
can’t promise you a white picket fence, or anything like that, but I can
promise that you’ll always be safe, loved, and you’ll be the only one for me.”
He continued to smooth his finger over her cheek. “I can promise you that I’ll
always be true to you. You’re my old lady, baby.” He kissed her softly. “Tell
me you want that, baby. Tell me you want to be mine, to be by my side.” His
voice was so soft, and slightly hesitant, as if he were afraid she’d tell him
to fuck off.

“I
want that, too, Fury.”

“How
the fuck did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

She
shook her head again. “I think we’re both lucky, Fury.” And they were, because
how could it be wrong to be with someone that made her feel so right?

****

One week later

“We’re
not doing enough,” Shorty said to Fury right before he was about to leave.

“Brother,
we are doing all we can. We’ll find her.” Fury placed his hand on Shorty’s
shoulder and nodded once. “We’ll find her,” Fury repeated.

Shorty
just gave a chin tilt and turned to leave, and the silence that stretched on
was deafening.

Angelina
gathered the plates that were on the dining room table. They’d had over a few
of the guys, but the quiet dinner that was supposed to be what tonight was
about, had turned into Shorty bringing up Allie, the girl that Nando had taken.
There hadn’t been any word on where Nando had gone, or even if he still had the
girl. Was she even alive? Trixie, Allie’s mother, was distressed, which was to
be expected, but there was nothing they could do aside from use all their
resources to look for her. But with her father dead the Cardonas were up in
arms. Angelina had tried contacting her mother, but when she’d gotten hung up
on, and then the number changed, she knew her mother had closed the door on
her. Maybe her pain and grief were just too much? Maybe Angelina leaving had
destroyed what they could have had?

I can’t think like that. I won’t.
She made her decision.

“You
doing okay, baby?” Fury asked and came into the kitchen where she was now.

“I’m
fine,” she lied.

Fury
wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. She rested her head on
his chest and just closed her eyes, breathing out. “You’re not fine, baby
girl.”

No,
she wasn’t, but it was something only time could heal. “It’s not about you or
us, but the fact even though my brother and father are dead, someone from their
crew has an innocent girl.”

Fury
pulled back and kissed her on the forehead. “We’ll find her, have no worries
about that.”

She
knew they’d find her, because when the Bleeding Mayhem put their minds to
something they got it done without anything getting in their way.

“But
I don’t want you worrying about it, okay? You’ve been through enough, and it’s
my fault—”

She
kissed him, stopping him from saying anything else. “No more blame being cast
except where it’s due, and that’s at the men that did this to us and Allie.”

It
had only been a week since all the shit had gone down with her father, but
things were settling in. Fury had gotten her out of her shitty apartment and
into his, and although it was small, she felt safe here. In due time she’d look
for something bigger, maybe an apartment for herself, or one she could share
with the man she loved.

“You
know I love you so fucking much?”

She
smiled at the deepness in his voice, the genuine love he had for her.

“I
love you, too.”

This
life could be pretty shitty, but Angelina had never felt more at ease or where
she belonged than she did right here, right now, and with Fury. That couldn’t
be wrong or bad. The only thing she needed to focus on was making sure she
enjoyed her freedom, because a lot had been lost to gain it.

The End

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