Page 51 of Fury

When I hear his low, calm voice answer the phone, my entire body stiffens.

I take a deep, shaky breath because I can’t let him see even an ounce of fear.

Not an ounce.

“It’s me.”

Silence.

“Where the fuck are you?”

His voice is a low hiss, but I stay calm.

“That doesn’t matter. I will get straight to the point. I’ve removed any trace of that video. You can’t use it against me anymore. If you want your things back, including your money, you’ll meet me, and we’ll make a deal.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at? How do you know I don’t have any more copies?”

“I don’t,” I say calmly. “But I’m now in possession of a lot of cash. I can disappear pretty easily.”

“Fuck you,” he spits, and it’s in that moment I know he doesn’t have any more copies. He’s too angry, too wound up, and besides ... if he had more, he would have gone to the police to spite me.

No.

Finally, I have the upper hand.

“What’s it going to be? You meet me and we come up with something that works for both of us, or I disappear with your cash. Either is fine with me.”

His voice comes out in a low grind when he mutters, “Where?”

“The southside wharf, nine p.m. tomorrow tonight. Don’t be late. I’m not going to wait.”

“Fine,” he growls.

“Oh, and Ethan? Don’t even think about doing anything stupid. It won’t end well for you.”

With that, I hang up the phone.

Power floods my veins—it’s a feeling I’ve never had when I’ve been around him. It’s strength and resilience, it’s determination and pride. I feel like a person, an actual human being. Someone who has a say, who can stand up for what she believes in, who can do anything she sets her mind to.

With a triumphant smile, I glance at Western.

He nods.

Fury is scowling at me, but he doesn’t argue.

Bonnie steps up and puts her arm around my shoulder. “Well look at you.”

Indeed.

Just take a look at me now.

Ethan won’t know what hit him.

11

“Come on,” I murmur, running my mouth over Fury’s naked shoulder.

He’s sitting in his bed, and I’ve made myself at home on his lap. He’s angry, and I understand why, but I can’t have him frustrated with me all afternoon. Not when tomorrow night could go any type of way. Biting down on his flesh, he growls in response, his hand going to my hair where he tugs my head back so he can see my face.

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