Page 20 of Fury

Clearing my throat, I try to figure out the best way to approach the situation that isn’t giving away too much information on the subject. She’s way too young to be exposed to Fury having multiple women over. I could throttle that man sometimes because he really has no idea what he’s doing. I also can’t blame him entirely, for the exact same reason. Men aren’t the smartest when it comes to raising kids alone, not at first, anyway.

Especially when they’ve never been around children.

How do I explain this?

“Maybe Uncle Fury just has a lot of girls that are friends,” I offer.

Hope ponders this. “They always go into his bedroom. Last night, I went in to ask for water and one of them was sitting on his lap.”

My cheeks burn because I know for damned certain she was not sitting on his lap. I could throttle him. What the hell is he doing sleeping around with a little girl in the house? Does he have no brain? Squashing my anger down, I smile at Hope. “Maybe Uncle Fury was having a bad day. I’ll have a chat with him, okay?”

She nods, seemingly pleased with my answer, then she returns back to her desk.

I am taking her home this afternoon, because apparently Fury won’t make it on time, but I’m beginning to wonder if he’s just very good at using me. The fact is, he is probably not busy at all, instead he’s likely balls deep in a woman and too lazy to come and get his niece. I know it shouldn’t get to me as much as it is, but for the rest of the day, it’s all that plays on my mind.

By the time I arrive at Myla’s place to drop Hope off, I’m fuming.

I want to reach out and slap him, to shake some sense into him, to make him understand that he can’t behave this way when he has a child around. What is he thinking? He has all day to play around with his women, why the hell would he bring them around when Hope is home?

Hope rushes inside, excited to help Myla with some afternoon baking. She tells me that every day, they bake something together. It warms my heart to know these women are making such a big effort for her, because right now, she needs it more than they could ever possibly imagine.

“Girl, you look pissed,” Acacia approaches me, standing by the car. “Everything okay?”

“Hope saw Fury having sex,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “I’m not certain if he has lost a few brain cells, or if he really doesn’t care, but surely he can be a little more careful.”

Acacia scrunches up her nose. “Ugh. Bikers are seriously fucking selfish sometimes. He is on his way back, are you going to wait for him?”

“Oh, I’m waiting alright,” I mutter, crossing my arms.

Acacia laughs. “Do you want a drink while you wait?”

“I’m okay.” I offer her a smile. “Thanks.”

She grins and turns, walking back into the house.

I don’t move; I wait until the low rumble of the bike coming down the driveway fills my ears, and the moment I see him come into view, I push off my car and stand, arms crossed over my chest. I’m pissed, probably irrationally so, but I need someone to take this pent-up frustration out on.

Fury kicks the stand on the bike and throws his leg over, his eyes narrowing in on me as he strides in my direction, all decked out in black leather, his chiseled face catching the shimmer of the sun as he moves. God dammit, why does he have to look like a fucking God? It makes everything inside me feel almost desperate, hungry even. I don’t understand this feeling, but I know that when Fury is around, every inch of me goes on high alert.

“Look like you’re about to bust, golden eyes,” Fury murmurs, stopping in front of me.

“That’s because I am,” I grind out. “Hope told me that she saw you with a woman last night.”

He licks his lower lip. God damn him. I force my gaze to stay on his, even though every single part of me wants to look at that tongue sliding over his full, perfect lip.

“Yeah, didn’t know she was goin’ to come in.”

“You have a child in your house, Fury,” I snap, throwing my hands on my hips. “You can’t just parade different women in every night. She isn’t stupid. She is asking why you have so many friends, not to mention the fact that she saw one of them on your lap. You can’t behave like that with a little girl in your house.”

He tips his head to the side, completely unfazed by my little rant. “So many friends, eh?”

“Seriously?” I growl. “Did someone drop you on your head when you were little? Because I’m certain you’re missing something.”

He grins now. “Your eyes turn green when you’re angry. Fuckin’ cute, really.”

“Are you listening to me at all?” I screech, throwing my hands up. “My word.”

“I’m hearin’ you, sweetheart, but from where I stand, it seems a whole lot more like you’re jealous than concerned.”

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