Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“A safe house?” Fury asked, and she nodded.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good description. In the past he’s gone up there with my brother and a few of his men when things have gone shitty.”
Fury had a clenched jaw, and his knuckles were white from how tightly he was holding them in a fist. “And what, he’d just leave you in the heat?”
She thought about what he said, not actually realizing that, yes, her father had totally left her at the main house.
She’d always had staff around, even a few guys to watch over her, but never once had he taken her to the safe house. Angelina shrugged, trying not to seem like she cared.
“Although I’m sure you already know this, your father is a motherfucker.”
Angelina couldn’t help it. She actually laughed. “Yeah, that he is.” She sobered as she thought of a life without her father or any other Cardona watching over her, making sure she toed their line and followed their rules.
“You think that’s where he’s hiding out?”
Angelina nodded. “It’s as good a guess as any, to be honest. I never heard of any other place he stayed.” She thought about her father up there without her brother.
Marco’s dead.
The words played out in her head, yet she felt no emotion. She also didn’t feel any empathy at the thought that her father could be dead sooner rather than later.
But when she thought about the fact she could have a hand in it, she did feel guilt over a life possibly ending because of her words and actions.
“Killing him is the only option?” she found herself asking. When Fury didn’t say anything right away, she looked at his face. His expression was stoic, unwavering.
“Killing him is the only option, Angelina.”
20
Shorty brought his palm down on the club whore’s ass, watching the flesh shake like a warmed bowl of pudding. He held a joint in his other hand and took a hit from it.
Although he was fucking tired as shit, falling asleep wasn’t something he could probably do right now anyway.
“Let me see it, Shorty,” the club bitch said as she looked over her shoulder, this sexual gleam in her eye. She shook her ass in front of him, bouncing that meat right over his flaccid cock.
He might touch the club girls, even make them come, but truth was he’d never stuck his tongue or dick in any of them. He had his own issues going on with that, but these used up girls were not his thing.
“Fuck no,” he said and leaned back on the couch.
“I heard it’s huge,” she moaned and turned around, her big tits moving back and forth as she shook her chest in front of him.
“Yeah, it is.” He didn’t deny he was packing a big fucking cock. Being known around the club as sporting a nearly ten-inch pecker made him a legend around the MC, even if none of the females actually saw it.
But his former life, before the club, was pretty fucked up, as was the case with the majority of the club members. Maybe that’s why they all worked so well together and became a family? They all knew what fucked up was.
The club whore stopped moving and looked him up and down, confusion on her face. “You like guys or something?”
Shorty lifted a brow. “What the fuck does that matter?” He liked pussy, but his sexual preferences weren’t her business.
She shrugged. “It doesn’t, but it would explain why no one here with a pussy can get that monster you’re hiding behind your pants up and at attention.”
Shorty didn’t move, just stared at her as he puffed on the joint.
“We all know you haven’t fucked any of us. Makes us wonder if you like dick instead is all.” She shrugged but kept dancing for him.
He was getting tired of this fucking conversation. “Fuck off. Ever think I just can’t get hard for loose twat?”
She stopped dancing and huffed out, but he could have fucking laughed that she was offended. She was a club whore, a woman that had no issues with spreading her legs for any of the MC guys that crooked their finger.
That’s what all these women at the club did, and they eagerly begged for more with hopes that one day they’d be an old lady.
When she didn’t move to get the fuck back, he stood to his full six-foot-six height, not trying to intimidate her, but just trying to get the hell away. He didn’t get the name Shorty because he was petite.
“I said fuck off.” She still didn’t move, but now had her hands on her hips and her lips pursed. So, he was the one to fucking move away. He didn’t have time for this bullshit.
He walked past her and went to the bar. Shorty was running on a handful of hours of sleep over the last two days, was drunk, high, and had blue balls. He might not fuck these women, or get aroused by them, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to be balls deep in some warm, wet cunt.