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them where he was. But telling them he was
at the cabin meant one of them might come up here unannounced. That, he
couldn’t have. Even though the club did some shady shit, if the members knew he
was holding a woman here against her will, hell would rain down.
    “You
at the cabin?” Stone asked, and Fury cursed internally. He didn’t answer right
away, just drank more scotch. “I’ll take your silence as affirmation.” Stone
exhaled again.
    “Birdie
doing any better?” Just thinking about his lifelong friend held up and wounded
because of what the Cardonas did to him had rage engulfing him again. Fury
didn’t get his club name because he kept his anger in check.
    “The
same,” Stone said.
    “The
doctor say anything about his recovery?” Birdie had been staying at the club,
their back alley doctor helping to get the newly patched-in member on the up
and up.
    “Nothing
new, but you know Birdie is a tough bastard.”
    Fury
nodded even though he was alone. Birdie was one tough motherfucker. He’d saved
Fury’s life back in the day, something the club didn’t know about. But even
though Fury owed his life to his friend, that wasn’t the only reason he was
doing what he was. The club had been hit, and Birdie had been injured. That
meant retribution.
    He
clenched his jaw and stared at his half empty cup. “I got business to take care
of. I don’t want anyone coming up here, got it?”
    “Yeah,
Prez, got it.” A moment of silence passed. “But if you need backup—”
    “I
don’t.” He disconnected the call and turned away from the woods. He stared at
the window that led to the room Angelina was currently tied up in. It was time
to get this party started. He didn’t know how far he was going to go to push
Angelina, but he had to fucking start this shit.
    ****
    She
didn’t know how long he’d left her alone, but it seemed like forever even
though it couldn’t have been more than half an hour. Her arms had since gone
numb, and the harder she struggled the tighter the knots became. He had either
been in the Navy, or he had done this before.
    The
latter made her blood run even colder.
    The
door swung open, and she still struggled, her flight or fight instinct running
wild in her. Even though it seemed fruitless, she wasn’t about to just lie here
and wait for him to rape, torture, or kill her. He came into the room holding a
plate and a cup of what looked like water. He set it on the dresser, than
opened one of the doors and started rummaging through it. She stared at his
back, not about to say anything because it might make things worse, but also
not wanting to be the victim, even if she was. She needed to be strong. She’d
grown up with the Cardonas, and that meant she didn’t take shit from anyone.
    “Even
if I wanted to help you bring my father down, I don’t know anything about him
that could help you.” He didn’t say anything, and kept his back to her. “I
won’t let you rape me. I’ll fight.” He turned around then, holding a length of
chain, a shackle, and a lock.
    Her
heart stilled in her, her throat tightened, and she felt sweat instantly bloom
on her forehead. Were her eyes as wide as they felt?
    “Rape
you?” he said low, deadly, as if those words pissed him off. He moved toward
her once more. “I don’t need to rape women.”
    She
watched him set the lock and chain on the bed. He started undoing the rope, and
she knew she had to stay strong, to show him she wouldn’t take this like some
weak victim. Once he had her legs free she bent her knees, about to kick him.
But Fury let out this low, almost inhuman sound, and pressed his hand down on
her legs, stilling her with so little effort. The hard, cold look on his face
had her freezing. “Behave.”
    She
didn’t move, didn’t even breathe.
    “You
understand me, Angelina? You fucking behave. I can make this a hell of a lot
worse for you if you fucking fight me.”
    Her
throat tightened even more, nausea assaulted her, and she