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)
He couldn’t describe the feeling, but he’d taken notice of her instantly, his heart beat faster, and this primal side of him rose up.
He’d wanted her in that moment, her curvy body calling out to him, and his cock punching out in lust. But this situation was all kinds of fucked up.
“Of course, we’re fucking concerned. It’s an innocent woman that got caught up in all of this.” Dealer was the one to speak. “But I heard Angelina got the fucker with a bullet to the shoulder. If he doesn’t bleed out, we can at least hope he’s in some serious pain. That’s something.”
No, it wasn’t enough.
“We’ll find her, Shorty,” Stone said. “Dirty and the others are already working on connections to track down Nando. He can’t get far with us on his ass.”
They sure as hell better find her. And when he had his hands on Nando, Shorty was going to really fuck that asshole up.
38
Fury and Angelina had gotten back to her apartment just an hour before. Although although she was still shaking from what had happened, having Fury here, everything working out, and her father finally gone, had this calm settling over Angelina.
She lifted her hand and rubbed her skin, the pain there physically and mentally. Her father, a man that she had felt no connection with, hadn’t seen her as anything but leverage for what he needed in order to gain something in his life.
It was Marco that he’d loved, that was his legacy. She was just a pawn, and even if that should have hurt more than it did, Angelina had always known the truth deep down.
And her mother, God, hearing her father say her mother wanted nothing to do with her, that she was lost in her own world, in pills and alcohol, wasn’t a surprise either.
“Baby?”
Fury’s strained voice came from behind her, and she looked at him. He stood there, his clothes covered in dirt and blood, his face appearing weary.
“Let’s take a shower. Let’s wash all this fucking hell off of us.”
She couldn’t have thought of a better thing to do in that moment. Letting him lead her into the bathroom, she turned on the light and saw the tub was still filled from all those days ago. But she didn’t think about any of that.
Meeting Fury might not have been on the most honest and true of terms, but since then, things had changed. He’d saved her life, made her feel alive, and this was where she wanted to be … with him.
After draining the tub and starting the shower, Angelina turned and faced Fury. They didn’t speak, and as he helped her undress, mindful her body was sore, she felt her love for him. Yeah, she loved him, and it just hit her right now like a ton of bricks.
Lifting her hands and cupping his stubble-covered cheeks, she smiled. “I love you,” she whispered, then held her breath, waiting to see what he’d say, if he’d say anything.
“I love you, too,” he responded, and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips. “I fucking love you, Angelina.”
She smiled against his mouth and wrapped her arms around him. Only when the room started to fill with steam did they pull away and step into the tub. The water from the shower moved down Angelina’s body, and she closed her eyes in pleasure and contentment.
Fury pushed her hair away from her shoulders and leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. Goosebumps formed along her skin, and leaned against his body, using his strength the way she desperately needed it.
“Let me care for you, wash you.”
She felt herself nod.
His soapy hands felt incredible on her flesh, and she sighed. As the water washed the bubbly remnants away, he turned her around so her back was to his chest now. His skin was smooth and warm, slick and hard.
He washed her hair with gentle, caressing movements, and although she felt his erection on the small of her back, she knew he didn’t want sex right now. This was about the two of them just being here together in this moment.
“I killed your father, Angelina,” he said, and she opened her eyes, staring at the tile across from her.
“Yes, you did, but he was never really my father, not in any of the ways that mattered.”
He didn’t respond, but just held her. “I love you,” he said again, and she turned around to face him. The sound of the water beating against the tiles didn’t drown out the emotion in his voice.
“I love you, too, Fury.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around her and kissed her forehead. “A part of me wants to be good, abide by the fucking rules, for you. But I don’t know how to be a good man. I don’t know how to be good enough for you.”