Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series
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Authors: Clarissa Wild
FURY
Clarissa Wild
Would you risk everything for love?
Life has held nothing but hardships for
Hunter Bane. Growing up with a learning disability wasn’t easy, especially when
you’re poor. With only his brother to support him, Hunter clings to the short
moments of happiness in life. Like when he meets Autumn Blakewood.
Autumn Blakewood is a geek at heart. Reading
is her passion, and she can’t spend one day without her books. She’s always
locked up in her room studying, trying to avoid trouble. Until Hunter comes
into her life.
Hunter can’t resist the temptation to get
closer to Autumn. She is his complete opposite, and yet he’s drawn to her in
ways he can’t explain. But when his brother is caught dealing drugs and sent to
prison, Hunter’s world shatters.
To save his brother, Hunter has to join the
gang he’s feared his entire life. Now he’s forced to choose between his family
and the one girl he loves. Fighting for both, his fury is all he needs…
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Playlist
FURY was written using a lot of the same
songs I listened to while writing FIERCE, but there are a couple of new ones
that might be interesting to you ;) Check them out!
"Hold Me Now" by Red
"Demons" by Imagine Dragons
"Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons
"Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse
"Uprising" by Muse
"Glorious" by Muse
"SAIL" by AwolNation
"The Fighter" by Gym Class Heroes ft. Ryan Tedder
"Iris" by Goo Goo Dolls
"The Reason" by Hoobastank
"Wonderwall" by Oasis
"Work B**ch" by Britney Spears
"Dark Horse" by Katy Perry Ft. Juicy J.
"Holding on and letting go" by Ross Copperman
"Army Of Me" by Björk
"Sweet Dreams" by Sucker Punch
"Ni**as in Paris" by Jay-Z & Kanye West
"Rap God" by Eminem
"All Is Full Of Love" by Björk
3 years ago
My heart thrums as I roll the ball around in my hands. The rigged,
dented surface skims the tips of my fingers. I stare at the basket suspended in
the air in front of me, the hoop gently swaying back and forth with the wind.
Leaves rustle across the ground, a cold breeze creeping up my legs, sending
shivers down my spine.
The high-school grounds are abandoned, except for me and
them.
I hear them whisper and laugh behind me. I don’t even have to look
around to know they’re glaring at me. I’m hyper aware of my surroundings, but I
don’t show it to anyone.
Not ever.
“C’mon, chicken chaser. Throw the ball,” one of them yells. “We’re
not waiting forever. You have one chance.”
They all start to laugh out loud and snort.
“Bet ya can’t even hit the basket,” he says.
My fingers curl around the ball, my nails digging into the leather.
I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming my lungs out.
“Yeah, he probably doesn’t even remember how to do it! Strainer
brain!”
They laugh some more, and my nose starts to twitch, just like it
always does when my blood is boiling.
Keep your cool, Hunter. Keep it down. You promised Jessie not to
fight.
Suddenly a ball comes flying from my right, and it’s so quick I
don’t even see it coming before it hits me in the shoulder.
It was one of
them.
I hold my ground. My lip is getting torn. I bite down so hard I can
even taste the blood.
Focus on the basket, Hunter. Just five more minutes. Jessie will
come; he promised.
“C’mon, do you want your lunch money back or not?” one of them
snarls. “Make the freaking throw!”
I blow out some air and raise the ball to form the perfect throwing
arm. I can do this. If I can get it in, I’ll get that money back. Jessie will
kill me if I don’t. I still can’t believe they actually managed to steal it
from me when I wasn’t looking, but I can’t just go and take it back either.
Jessie would definitely kill me if I started another fight.
As I’m about to make a jump and aim to throw the ball, one of them
yells, “You’re a pussy! Just like your mom. A fucking wet pussy for every guy
to abuse!”
The ball shoots from my hand, but I don’t even look at it anymore. I
don’t know if it reaches the hoop or not. I’ve already turned around.
“What did you say?” I hiss, my mouth barely opening as the words
slither across my tongue.
One of them backs away, fear oozing from his face.
My hands curl up into fists, ready to strike.
“Your mother is a whore and you’re a fucking bastard.”
That’s it. Screw the promise.
My fist lands on his face before he can utter another word. His
teeth are knocked out the moment my fingers make contact with his jaw, and his
body flies to the ground.
One other kid runs toward me, but I grab his arm and swing him
against the fence like a twig, hearing his groans as he smashes into the bars
like a ragdoll.
The other kids back away, stumbling over each other, while the two
kids in front of me try to get up.
“What the hell!” the kid on the ground screams.
I step closer, fuming with anger. The kid near the fence makes a
quick escape while I’m completely focused on this asshole.
“Bastard! I told you!” the kid on the ground yells, his spit missing
me by inches.
I raise my leg and drop my foot right onto his balls. He squeals in
agony.
“Don’t you ever fucking dare say a word about my mother!”
I pound in on him until my fingers start to bleed and my skin feels
numb from the warm blood rushing through my veins. I’m seething. I don’t even
care about the money anymore.
My mother … Nobody has the right to even mention her except me and
my brother.
I don’t think the kid is even awake anymore by the time I’m finished
with him.
Then I hear my brother calling.
“Hunter!”
My head jerks up, and I let go of my victim.
The moment I see his disappointed eyes I feel defeated.
Yet again I couldn’t keep my promise to make peace with the other
kids at school. But how can I when they torture me so much? It’s like they want
to be hit. Plain and simple.
I let go of his shirt, his head thudding on the ground when I get
off him. I walk to the fence where Jessie is standing, and only then do I
notice the car behind him.
Big. Black. Tinted windows. Scary.
But with each step I take, there is something much,
much
more
disturbing than that car.
His face.
Botched up, covered in bruises, and bleeding from the nose, his face
looks like a complete mess.
With trembling fingers I walk toward him, my anger slipping away and
making room for horror. Every drop of blood leaves my face as I look at him.
What happened to him?
Seeing him like this frightens me. It shouldn’t, because I know what
it’s like to be bruised and to bruise others, but it does. My brother is my
rock. He is supposed to be the one who cannot be bruised.
And yet he seems broken to the bone.
“Let’s go,” Jessie snaps, and he opens the door.