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the bathroom so you can get cleaned up.” He turned, as
if about to leave her in the room, and she felt her panic rise.
    “Wait,”
she said.
    He
stopped and looked over his shoulder at her, his short dark hair and dark eyes
making him seem evil, like the very devil himself.
    “I…”
She looked around, first at the chain on her leg, and then at the wall where
she was secured.
    “You’re
out in the middle of nowhere. Cry, scream, it doesn’t matter. No one will hear
you.” He turned fully to face her. “And even if you did escape we are miles
upon miles away from anyone or anything.” He took a step toward her. “I’d find
you before you reached anyone.”
    She
started crying. She couldn’t help it. Damn her father and the life he led for
putting her into this situation. “You’re a fucking asshole.” She wiped her
tears away. “Terrorizing a woman because you’re nothing but a motherfucking
bastard.”
    He
didn’t move, didn’t speak. She wasn’t afraid in this one moment, though. Her
anger was controlling her in this second. She grabbed the chain around her
ankle and started pulling on it at the same time she screamed out. “Fuck you,
Fury.” It was the first time she’d used his name since she’d woken up, and it
felt good to scream it out. “Fuck. You.”

Chapter
Five
     
    Fury
shut the bedroom door, his blood boiling and his rage mounting. He stormed into
the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of scotch again, and drank the rest of it. When
it was empty he curled his fingers around the neck, reared his arm back, and
threw the fucker against the wall. Glass shattered and liquor residue sprayed
everywhere.
    This isn’t who you are. You don’t
make women cry. You don’t have them terrified.
    He
started going through the cabinets, needing more alcohol. He was a
motherfucker, he knew that, but the tears he’d seen in Angelina’s eyes, the way
she’d looked so scared, and the fact he had a good feeling she truly didn’t
know shit about her father, made him feeling like he’d tear right through his
skin.
    She’s a Cardona. Don’t let the
waterworks or her saying she doesn’t know anything, sway you from why she’s
really here.
    “Fuck,”
he growled out. “What in the hell are you actually doing here?” With that he
turned and stalked back toward the room. He threw the door open, and it slammed
against the wall, startling Angelina. She had her hands wrapped around the
chain, was by the lock in the wall, and clearly trying to escape. He grinned,
knowing it was far from humorous. He saw the way her eyes widened, heard her
inhale sharply, and watched her back away.
    As
retreated from him, her hands in front of her, the fear clear on her face, he
felt his cock harden. She was gorgeous in every sense, even in the sweats and
t-shirt he’d put on her before he left her place.
    He
took another step toward her, pissed with himself that he gave a shit about how
Angelina Cardona felt.
    “P-please,”
she whispered.
    “It’s
because of your father that my club was compromised.” He kept advancing. “It’s
because of your family that my friend got hurt.” He moved closer to her until
she was forced to stop because the wall was right behind her. He was now only a
foot from her now, the sweet scent of her filling his head, making him harder.
He saw her gaze lower to his dick, knew she saw how hard he was, and he
couldn’t help but grin wider. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of
her head and leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart.
    “I
don’t care how I get the information out of you, but you’ll tell me whatever
you know, even if you don’t think it’s much.”
    ****
    Angelina
held her breath, so afraid, but also feeling … arousal. It was misplaced,
wrong, and she felt self-hatred over the fact. She should feel nothing but
disgust for this man, but the smell of him, the size of his powerful body, and
the intensity that came from him, had something deep inside of