Page 74 of Sinner's Fury

“I first met Fury in Central Park on Halloween night. He was watching Andi climb a rock wall, and Bri was begging for a turn. He introduced himself, and then we watched Bri and my son climb the wall next.”

“Did you two ever go on a date?”

“No,” she whispered. “It’s not like that between us.”

“What she means is, we haven’t had the time,” Fury quickly added.

I glared at my brother, knowing damn well he was keeping something from me.

Digging a bit, I asked, “Charlotte, when did you marry Fury?”

“This morning,” she muttered as Fury slowly closed his eyes.

Yeah. That’s what I thought.

Nodding, I got to my feet and said, “Fury. Office, now.”

The second Fury was in the office, I slammed the door shut and shoved him up against the wall. “What the fuck is going on, and don’t tell me it’s love, ’cause I won’t fucking believe it. That woman out there has lived a sheltered life and doesn’t trust anyone, yet she just up and married you. Just how in the hell did you fucking get your hands on her?”

“I didn’t. Shame did. He was protecting her.”

“Why?”

“I don’t fucking know!” Fury shouted. “That’s the million-dollar fucking question. What I do know is, the second I met the woman, my life turned upside down. I’ve got people coming at me from every corner. You, the Valentinetti’s, the fucking Irish Mafia. Hell, even her old man threatened my ass.”

“Mitchell?”

“No,” Fury groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. “Her birth father. Shane Keller.”

“Fucker’s dead.”

Fury looked at me and deadpanned. “You sure about that? ’Cause as of this morning, the fucker stood not five feet from me and watched as I married his daughter. She’s looking for something. That’s what she said. She researches. She told me she was looking into William Doherty’s past when I told her about Kathleen Doherty, William’s sister, going missing. Something about what I said got her excited. The next thing I know, we’re getting married and flying here.”

“That makes no fucking sense. Doherty was as bad as my dad. What else is there to know?”

“I don’t know, but she’s pretty damn adamant there is something in Shame’s research.”

“If that fucker wasn’t dead, I would kill him myself. Did you know he was investigating everyone?”

“Not right away, no.”

Pacing the office, I let my head run wild with all the possibilities and shit. There were too many things happening at once. I couldn’t concentrate on everything, especially with the table breathing down my neck.

Someone knocked before the door opened and Mercy slipped inside. “Charlotte went back to digging in Shame’s computer, so I told the guys to do the same. Would help if we knew what we were looking for though.”

“None of this shit makes sense,” I groaned, leaning against the desk. “We have Steele, this Gray fucker, Popeye, Sinclair and his fucking crew, now the Irish Mob and the table all breathing down our necks. Then, I learn Shame has been gathering information on everyone for who knows how fucking long. Now Charlotte is digging around in shit that’s long been dead. Why?”

“Don’t forget Benson Graves is still running loose,” Mercy added nonchalantly.

Growling, I muttered, “Not helping, Mercy.”

“Maybe it’s not about them,” Fury spoke up. “But what they have in common.”

“Tired of the fucking guessing game, Fury. Just tell me.”

“Thena Hartley,” he stated. “They are all looking for Thena Hartley.”

“I’ve had it with that bitch. Whoever she is, she’s pissing me off,”

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