but it felt good, right even.
I’m crazy. I have to be to stay
here.
But
the truth was she had nothing for her out there, not really. What was available
was a family thick with crime, murder, and one that had never paid much
attention to her. She’d been the daughter of Sal Cardona, and that’s all she
had been. Marco had been the apple of her parents’ eyes, and with him gone it
was only a matter of time before her mother and father caved into their anger
and sadness, if they hadn’t already.
No,
she was alone one out in the world, and if she truly wanted to be free this was
where she needed to be. This was what she needed to do in order to finally be
where she wanted, even if that meant staying in this cabin with the man that
had kidnapped her.
Chapter
Ten
Goddammit.
That
word played over and over again in Fury’s head. The ground was cold and hard
beneath him, and when he opened his eyes the pain in his temples was something
fierce. He rolled onto his back and stared at the bathroom ceiling. He’d passed
out on the fucking floor like an amateur.
Fucking hell.
What
time was it even? How long had he been out?
Fury
pushed himself off the ground and leaned against the wall, the room spinning as
he was still fucking drunk.
Shit.
He
rubbed a hand over his face, felt pain assault him from lying on the floor for
God knew how long, and finally managed to stand. He braced his hands on the
sink and hung his head, just standing there for several seconds. Finally
lifting his head and staring at his reflection in the mirror, he groaned at the
way he looked.
His
face was covered in dark scruff, really only a day or two from a full beard. He
had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and his hair was fucked up. He was
still a little drunk, but felt like shit as his hangover was starting to really
take root.
Splashing
some water on his face, Fury grabbed a hand towel and wiped himself off. The
glint of silver caught his peripheral vision, and he turned his head to look
into the hallway. For long seconds all he did was stare at the chain and lock
on the floor. He didn’t move, didn’t even comprehend what he was looking at.
And then it hit him.
That’s the chain and lock that are
supposed to be attached to Angelina.
He
looked toward the bedroom, and then toward the living room.
Fuck.
Pushing
the door all the way open until it slammed into the wall, he hauled ass down
the hallway and toward the front door. Who knew how much of a head start she’d
gotten, and although he should have been thinking about being pissed off she was
gone, all Fury could think about was if she was okay. The forest surrounding
the cabin was treacherous in a lot of areas, with sudden drop-offs and steep
hills. If she wasn’t careful and her fear was taking control, she could get
really fucking hurt.
He
heard the sound of something sizzling right before the scent of food slammed
into him. Fury rounded the corner and stood in the kitchen, seeing the back of
Angelina. Two pots were on the stove, one having steam rising up from it, the
other cooking meat.
She
looked over her shoulder at him, the fear clear on her face as she slowly
turned around.
“You’re
finally awake,” she whispered, holding a ladle.
Fury
looked between her face and the ladle covered in what appeared to be spaghetti
sauce on it.
She is still here, even though
she’s not chained up? What the fuck?
He
scrubbed a hand over the back of his head, not sure what was going on. “What
the hell?” he asked.
She
shrugged, and the expression on her face showed she was just as confused as he
was. “I thought about leaving, was at the front door, too, but something in me
had me stopping.”
This
was the craziest thing to ever happen to him, and he’d had one crazy as hell
life. “So you thought staying with the man that drugged and kidnapped you was a
better option than taking your chances out there?”
She
shrugged again. “It’s fucked up, believe me I
I’m crazy. I have to be to stay
here.
But
the truth was she had nothing for her out there, not really. What was available
was a family thick with crime, murder, and one that had never paid much
attention to her. She’d been the daughter of Sal Cardona, and that’s all she
had been. Marco had been the apple of her parents’ eyes, and with him gone it
was only a matter of time before her mother and father caved into their anger
and sadness, if they hadn’t already.
No,
she was alone one out in the world, and if she truly wanted to be free this was
where she needed to be. This was what she needed to do in order to finally be
where she wanted, even if that meant staying in this cabin with the man that
had kidnapped her.
Chapter
Ten
Goddammit.
That
word played over and over again in Fury’s head. The ground was cold and hard
beneath him, and when he opened his eyes the pain in his temples was something
fierce. He rolled onto his back and stared at the bathroom ceiling. He’d passed
out on the fucking floor like an amateur.
Fucking hell.
What
time was it even? How long had he been out?
Fury
pushed himself off the ground and leaned against the wall, the room spinning as
he was still fucking drunk.
Shit.
He
rubbed a hand over his face, felt pain assault him from lying on the floor for
God knew how long, and finally managed to stand. He braced his hands on the
sink and hung his head, just standing there for several seconds. Finally
lifting his head and staring at his reflection in the mirror, he groaned at the
way he looked.
His
face was covered in dark scruff, really only a day or two from a full beard. He
had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and his hair was fucked up. He was
still a little drunk, but felt like shit as his hangover was starting to really
take root.
Splashing
some water on his face, Fury grabbed a hand towel and wiped himself off. The
glint of silver caught his peripheral vision, and he turned his head to look
into the hallway. For long seconds all he did was stare at the chain and lock
on the floor. He didn’t move, didn’t even comprehend what he was looking at.
And then it hit him.
That’s the chain and lock that are
supposed to be attached to Angelina.
He
looked toward the bedroom, and then toward the living room.
Fuck.
Pushing
the door all the way open until it slammed into the wall, he hauled ass down
the hallway and toward the front door. Who knew how much of a head start she’d
gotten, and although he should have been thinking about being pissed off she was
gone, all Fury could think about was if she was okay. The forest surrounding
the cabin was treacherous in a lot of areas, with sudden drop-offs and steep
hills. If she wasn’t careful and her fear was taking control, she could get
really fucking hurt.
He
heard the sound of something sizzling right before the scent of food slammed
into him. Fury rounded the corner and stood in the kitchen, seeing the back of
Angelina. Two pots were on the stove, one having steam rising up from it, the
other cooking meat.
She
looked over her shoulder at him, the fear clear on her face as she slowly
turned around.
“You’re
finally awake,” she whispered, holding a ladle.
Fury
looked between her face and the ladle covered in what appeared to be spaghetti
sauce on it.
She is still here, even though
she’s not chained up? What the fuck?
He
scrubbed a hand over the back of his head, not sure what was going on. “What
the hell?” he asked.
She
shrugged, and the expression on her face showed she was just as confused as he
was. “I thought about leaving, was at the front door, too, but something in me
had me stopping.”
This
was the craziest thing to ever happen to him, and he’d had one crazy as hell
life. “So you thought staying with the man that drugged and kidnapped you was a
better option than taking your chances out there?”
She
shrugged again. “It’s fucked up, believe me I
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