Page 48 of Fury

I can feel him as he stops, too, his heat radiating off his body.

“We need to talk.”

His voice is gravelly, and I don’t have the strength to argue.

Instead, I move to the bed and sit on the side, kicking my shoes off.

Fury stops in front of me, and this feels very much like it did when we were together before.

“I fucked up,” Fury begins. “What I said about you, it wasn’t true. I was scared, and it was fuckin’ gutless of me to turn it around instead of facin’ up to it. I don’t think you’re weak, Alexis. What you did tonight took more balls than most of these club members have.”

I look up at him, my eyes raking over his perfect face, that immaculate beard, the way a tattoo peeks up from the collar of his jacket. I don’t have it in me to hate Fury tonight, or any night for that matter. After all, part of what he said was true, even if he didn’t mean it. I just didn’t want to face it. Tonight, I stood up for myself and it made me feel strong, like I had some power back.

“Fury?” I whisper, holding his eyes.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Let’s take him down.”

His mouth spreads into a wicked smile. “There you are. Don’t hide that girl again.”

Oh, I don’t plan to.

No, I’m not going to let Ethan take a single moment of my life away again.

He is going to pay for the hell he put me through.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” I finally acknowledge what he said earlier. “But you were right about some of it. I don’t want to hide anymore; I want him to suffer, and then I want my life back.”

Fury steps forward, reaching for my chin. He tips my head back. “Then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

“And this?” I dare to ask, reaching out and hooking my pointer finger into the top of his jeans.

“This is whatever you want it to be.”

“Right now,” I murmur. “I want only one thing.”

His eyes flash then grow warm as he strokes a thumb over my jaw. “Your wish is my command.”

Oh.

Yes.

“I’m going to shower first,” I say, releasing his jeans and pushing to my feet. “I did some breaking and entering tonight.”

“A real criminal now. I thought you were against criminals.”

I half smile. “Well, I’m thinking maybe they aren’t so bad ...”

“Hmmm.”

I take a step toward the door, looking over my shoulder at him. “Well, are you going to join me?”

His grin returns.

Ah, yes.

I think I can forgive him.

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