know.”
His
head was spinning, and pain started behind his eye. Fury didn’t know where to
proceed. She was either stupid, or scared of being out there. Either way he didn’t
know if keeping her here was the best option. Of course he’d thought of letting
her go, but he’d always shut that option down. She wasn’t a prisoner any
longer, yet she wanted to stay with his bastard ass?
You want her, want her to stay
because you’re selfish.
“Why
the fuck did you stay?” Fury knew he sounded like an asshole now, his voice
deep, accusing.
She
was silent for a second, but then set the ladle down and ran her hands on the
rag she held. This hardened look crossed her face. “Because there isn’t
anything for me out there. I leave and my father finds me, locks me up, pissed
I ran from the family. This is the first time in my life I haven’t felt like I
was somewhere where I shouldn’t be.” She shook her head, and he heard her
exhale. “Even chained up because of you I felt … safe.”
It
was Fury’s turn to stay silent. “Fuck,” he said and turned from her, bracing a
hand on the wall because the room decided to spin something fierce. “Looks like
we’re both pretty fucked up, Angelina.” He glanced at her over his shoulder,
liking the way her name rolled off his tongue.
She
licked her lips. “Yeah, I’d say I was pretty screwed up well before you came
along.”
Fury
turned around and faced her once more. “You really want to stay?” He lifted a
brow and watched her nod. “And you realize what I plan to do to your father
once I find him?”
“Kill
him?”
Fury
let out a gruff sound of agreement.
“Sal
was never my father, not really. He never treated me like a daughter—”
“And
that means you’re okay that some man wants to fucking kill him?” Fury’s voice
was raised because of his annoyance, and the fact his hangover was coming on
strong.
She
looked down at the ground for several seconds. “My father’s done a lot of bad
things.” She lifted her head. “I’m sure there are a lot of men that would like
to take him out for killing their loved ones. I ran for a reason, because I
couldn’t stand the life of knowing my father and brother killed for the sheer
sport of it or if someone looked at them the wrong way.”
The
pain in her voice struck him in the heart, and it was a weird fucking feeling.
Fury didn’t give a shit about a female’s feelings, or at least he never had
before. But seeing Angelina like this, and hearing her upset over her family,
pissed him off and made him homicidal. He wanted to go out and hurt the person
that had made her feel this way.
And I will. Her father will be just
as dead as her fucking brother.
****
They
sat in silence at the table in the kitchen, the pasta sitting uneaten in front
of Angelina. She wasn’t hungry, and she’d only made dinner to keep herself busy
and have her mind on other things.
Looking
up at Fury, she saw him chowing down, and this amusement filled her despite the
situation. Even after the initial shock of seeing him up, and realizing that
she had actually stayed despite no longer being chained up, things had still
been tense and weird. Angelina caught him looking at her, the feeling of his
gaze like fingers on her body. She couldn’t deny the attraction she felt for
him. It had been instant, even if he’d been the “bad guy” at first.
“I
haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long fucking time,” he said in his gruff
voice that sent a shiver up her spine.
“It’s
just spaghetti and meat sauce.” In her family this meal was pretty standard and
easy to make, although there were about a hundred different variations of it.
“It
tastes like fucking gold.” He didn’t look at her as he polished off his second
helping. Once he finished dinner he grabbed his beer and took a long drink from
it, and she was surprised he was even in the mood for alcohol given the fact
he’d been piss ass drunk just a few hours
His
head was spinning, and pain started behind his eye. Fury didn’t know where to
proceed. She was either stupid, or scared of being out there. Either way he didn’t
know if keeping her here was the best option. Of course he’d thought of letting
her go, but he’d always shut that option down. She wasn’t a prisoner any
longer, yet she wanted to stay with his bastard ass?
You want her, want her to stay
because you’re selfish.
“Why
the fuck did you stay?” Fury knew he sounded like an asshole now, his voice
deep, accusing.
She
was silent for a second, but then set the ladle down and ran her hands on the
rag she held. This hardened look crossed her face. “Because there isn’t
anything for me out there. I leave and my father finds me, locks me up, pissed
I ran from the family. This is the first time in my life I haven’t felt like I
was somewhere where I shouldn’t be.” She shook her head, and he heard her
exhale. “Even chained up because of you I felt … safe.”
It
was Fury’s turn to stay silent. “Fuck,” he said and turned from her, bracing a
hand on the wall because the room decided to spin something fierce. “Looks like
we’re both pretty fucked up, Angelina.” He glanced at her over his shoulder,
liking the way her name rolled off his tongue.
She
licked her lips. “Yeah, I’d say I was pretty screwed up well before you came
along.”
Fury
turned around and faced her once more. “You really want to stay?” He lifted a
brow and watched her nod. “And you realize what I plan to do to your father
once I find him?”
“Kill
him?”
Fury
let out a gruff sound of agreement.
“Sal
was never my father, not really. He never treated me like a daughter—”
“And
that means you’re okay that some man wants to fucking kill him?” Fury’s voice
was raised because of his annoyance, and the fact his hangover was coming on
strong.
She
looked down at the ground for several seconds. “My father’s done a lot of bad
things.” She lifted her head. “I’m sure there are a lot of men that would like
to take him out for killing their loved ones. I ran for a reason, because I
couldn’t stand the life of knowing my father and brother killed for the sheer
sport of it or if someone looked at them the wrong way.”
The
pain in her voice struck him in the heart, and it was a weird fucking feeling.
Fury didn’t give a shit about a female’s feelings, or at least he never had
before. But seeing Angelina like this, and hearing her upset over her family,
pissed him off and made him homicidal. He wanted to go out and hurt the person
that had made her feel this way.
And I will. Her father will be just
as dead as her fucking brother.
****
They
sat in silence at the table in the kitchen, the pasta sitting uneaten in front
of Angelina. She wasn’t hungry, and she’d only made dinner to keep herself busy
and have her mind on other things.
Looking
up at Fury, she saw him chowing down, and this amusement filled her despite the
situation. Even after the initial shock of seeing him up, and realizing that
she had actually stayed despite no longer being chained up, things had still
been tense and weird. Angelina caught him looking at her, the feeling of his
gaze like fingers on her body. She couldn’t deny the attraction she felt for
him. It had been instant, even if he’d been the “bad guy” at first.
“I
haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long fucking time,” he said in his gruff
voice that sent a shiver up her spine.
“It’s
just spaghetti and meat sauce.” In her family this meal was pretty standard and
easy to make, although there were about a hundred different variations of it.
“It
tastes like fucking gold.” He didn’t look at her as he polished off his second
helping. Once he finished dinner he grabbed his beer and took a long drink from
it, and she was surprised he was even in the mood for alcohol given the fact
he’d been piss ass drunk just a few hours
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