Page 35 of Fury

I can’t live like this anymore.

The pain and anguish I went through tonight was enough to cripple something inside me.

I don’t want to suffer anymore.

I want out.

So, I ran.

I don’t know where I was planning on going, but I knew that I couldn’t stay for a single second longer. Even if it means I spend the rest of my life in prison, it has to be better than this. If I didn’t run, he could have killed me tonight. I’m sure he would have, if I didn’t stop the attack by fleeing. He nearly caught me as I ran out the front door. For a split second, I knew that if he caught me, I would die tonight.

He's tracking my car, and I know that he will find me if I don’t get out of it, so that’s what I do. I pull over on the side of the road, I leave my phone inside, and I get out. Every single part of me burns as I take one step after another, walking into the darkness on the highway, unsure where the hell I’m going.

I walk down the side of the road for what feels like hours.

Every single car that approaches, has me hiding behind a thick tree, terrified it will be Ethan. It’s the low rumbling sound of a motorcycle that brings me pause. One singular light comes toward me, and I don’t run. I don’t run because I only know one person in this world who rides a motorcycle that sounds like that. As it slows, the light shining on my broken and bruised face, part of me prays it’s actually Fury.

He might just be the only person who can save me now.

The motorcycle comes to a stop, and heavy booted feet hit the pavement. Before I know it, he’s in front of me, his hand cupping my face as he tips my head back. I can’t see him, we’re in pure darkness, but I can feel him. His fingers graze over my face, feeling every inch of it. I know he can feel the warm blood, the puffy swollen eye and most especially, my split lip.

“Dammit, Alexis,” he growls into the night. “Dammit.”

Without a single word, he turns me toward the bike. I’m not certain I can get on it, but right now, he is the only person who can make me feel safe, so I’ll hang on until my body gives way if I have to. Lifting me with ease, he places me on the bike, and I wince in pain as everything feels as though it’s broken.

“Hang on, sweetheart. I got you.”

His words have tears rolling down my cheeks, even though he can’t see them.

As he gets on the bike, I let my body fall into his.

He reaches back with one hand, and he hangs onto me.

Somehow, he manages to ride slowly while hanging onto me. My arms are around his waist, my face pressed into the leather jacket, and I can’t bring myself to find the strength to sit up. As he rolls into the club, I know there are eyes on us, but I don’t care. Fury stops the bike, and his body moves slightly, then, a minute later, someone is reaching for me. I don’t know who it is, but it’s a hard form and they pull me off the bike and hold me up as Fury gets off.

A moment later, his arm is around my waist and he’s holding up all my weight as we move toward the clubhouse.

“What the hell happened?”

Colt’s low gravelly voice comes from behind me, and I’m guessing it was him who helped me off the bike.

Fury makes a low growling sound in his throat. “Her husband.”

“The fuck.”

Bringing me into a room at the back of the clubhouse, one I’m guessing belongs to him, Fury helps me sit on the bed. I hang my head, my body exhausted. I’m in so much pain I can’t tell where it begins and where it ends. I catch a glimpse of the white blouse I wore to the school awards night and see it is covered in blood. My bottom lip trembles as I reach for it, my fingers shaking.

“Give me your eyes,” Fury orders, and I know what he’s asking.

I look up at him, letting him get a full glimpse of my face.

His gaze hardens in a way that is utterly terrifying as he takes in every bruise, cut, and injury.

“Jesus,” Colt growls from behind him, standing with his arms crossed. “Are we goin’ to kill this fucker now or what?”

“Soon,” Fury murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “Where does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” I whisper.

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