Page 55 of Fury

“What fuckin’ baby?”

Spinning around, I see Fury standing in the doorway, staring at me. There is rage in his eyes as he glances down at the test in Myla’s hand, then back up to me.

Shaking, I open my mouth to answer but nothing comes out. Nothing but a squeak as I try to tell him all the words swirling in my mind.

“Answer me,” Fury growls, his fists clenched by his side.

“The ... the test says I’m pregnant.”

A mix of fear, anger, and concern washes over his face and, for a moment, he doesn’t speak.

“Who does it belong to, Alexis?”

The tears I can’t hold back any longer burst forward. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I don’t ...”

“You were fucking the man who was beating you?”

His words are like a slap to the face, and shame washes over my body.

“Hey,” Myla yells, stepping next to me. “Do not fucking make her feel bad. She was married to an abusive man and that man did some awful things. You have no idea of the situation; you do not get to judge.”

“I just want to know if the child she’s carrying could belong to an abusive fuck!”

He’s mad.

Part of me gets it, but the other part, the bigger part, doesn’t.

“Stop,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please.”

“I want to know,” he grinds out, “because it changes fuckin’ everything.”

I shake my head, tears falling down my cheeks. “Why?”

“I don’t want any part of that man in my life.”

His words are like a slap to the face.

“Back off, Fury,” Myla warns, her voice low. “She didn’t plan this. You better quit it before I lose my shit.”

“I have a right to feel what I feel,” he growls, through gritted teeth.

“She just got some of the hardest news of her life, go easy. That child in there could be yours.”

“I fuckin’ doubt it,” he snaps, his eyes narrowing. “We haven’t been fucking that long.”

“Can you just stop?” I say, pressing my hands to my face. “I can’t handle this. I can’t ... Please. Just stop.”

“Okay,” Myla says, stepping between us and putting her hands out. “This is a heated situation and you’re both emotional. First things first, we need to go to a doctor, but we can’t do that until we’ve dealt with Ethan.”

“I’m going now,” I say, pushing her hand aside. “I’ll deal with him so that I get the hell away from all of it.”

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” Fury holds my determined stare with one of his own.

“Fuck,” I say, leaning in close, “you.”

Then, I shove past him and rush down the front steps.

“Fuckin’ stop,” Fury barks, but I don’t.

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