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)
They couldn’t move fast because of his injured leg, and even though she tried to get free, or at the very least take him down, the ground was uneven and the gun he had pressed to her head had her escape attempts stilling for the time being.
She tried looking behind her shoulder, but with being yanked around, she couldn’t focus. But what she did finally see was Fury’s enraged face looking at her in between the lethal punches he threw at the guy he fought.
She would not be a victim anymore.
Angelina just needed to stay strong and think of how to get out of this alive so she could be with Fury, and never have to worry about who was coming after her.
36
The air left Fury and a roar sounded from his throat as he charged forward and tackled the man he was fighting.
He tried to keep an eye on Angelina, because that was where he needed to be, where he wanted to be.
He needed to protect her, but the assholes kept coming out and attacking.
A prick charged forward, and Fury slammed his fist into the fucker’s temple. The bastard got a blank look on his face before he fell backward. Fury finished him off in a swift move, the guy’s life ended within a matter of seconds.
“Go, get her. I got this,” Birdie said, and Fury gave one nod before following Sal.
Even with gunfire erupting from all around him, the scent of blood filling the air, and violence coming from everyone like a toxic fume, Fury was focused only on Angelina.
Sal was trying to get deeper into the woods, but his leg was fucked up and he hadn’t managed to get very far.
Where in the hell does he even think he’s going? Does he actually think he can escape?
He’d obviously thought there wouldn’t be a fight, or if there was, his men could take down the MC. What sane, smart person would come after an MC with a fucked-up leg, thinking he could actually come out on top?
What Sal didn’t know was the Bleeding Mayhem didn’t back down and didn’t let anyone fuck with them.
Fury didn’t have a gun on him, but he’d managed to snag a knife as he tracked them.
“Back the hell off or I’ll blow her fucking head off.” Sal’s words had Fury stopping. They were still a good distance from each other, but Fury wasn’t going to let this prick get away, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let him hurt Angelina any more than he had.
Already Fury felt like he’d let her down, and he needed to make it right, make her see he could protect her.
“You want me, then let her go.” Fury didn’t know if bargaining would work, because honestly, he’d never done it before. He’d always just gone into a fight and not looked back or worried about the repercussions. He crept closer, and Sal took a step back.
“You want her as yours?” Sal said and turned his head to spit. “She’s a traitorous bitch. You sure you want to have something like that strapped to your side?”
Fury stepped closer. “She ran because of you and the life she didn’t want. That’s not traitorous, and being with me isn’t a betrayal.”
Sal shook his head. “It doesn’t matter because she won’t be yours. I’ll make sure she’s in the ground while you watch.” He straightened even further and sneered. “I wanted to see your club fucking fall to my feet and bleed out. You better make sure I’m good and dead or I’m coming after you and taking out every single one of you fuckers nice and slow.” Sal pushed Angelina out of the way and pointed the gun at Fury.
He started shooting, but Fury was running toward him, the bullets flying past him and hitting trunks of the trees surrounding them. Sal kept trying to fire even after the bullets ran out. They crashed into each other and fell to the ground.
For long moments they fought, with Sal, being the old fucker that he was and injured, holding his own pretty damn well. Although the rumors about Sal and Marco Cardona had been that they were brutal.
But the knife Fury held fell from his grasp when Sal got an undercut in Fury’s chin. He fell backward, his teeth cut into his inner cheek, and his head cracked back on a boulder.
Clenching his jaw through the pain, he tried focusing on Angelina.
He saw Angelina scrambling forward. She grabbed the knife and swiped out. She managed to cut Sal in the upper arm, and kept fighting him, trying to cut the fucker.
That’s my good, strong girl.
But Sal reared his hand back and backhanded her hard enough she fell backward, the knife being knocked out of her hand. Blood came out of her mouth, and Fury gritted past the pain, trying to get rid of the haziness in his head.