Page 58 of Fury

I thought he would never find that gun.

I was so sure.

“Do you know who this gun belongs to?” He grins as I take a step back, pressing myself into the truck, nowhere else to go.

I don’t answer, because in this second, I can’t breathe. All the air is trapped in my lungs as I realize the huge mistake I’ve made coming here alone. I should have listened to Fury; I should have thought this through. Of course Ethan wasn’t just going to let me take control, he lives for control. He was never going to sit back and be pushed around. I just poured gas into the fire, and now it’s too big for me to handle.

The only leverage I have now is the money.

“I’m going to guess it belongs to your little biker boyfriend,” Ethan goes on, when I don’t answer. “So, when I blow your brains out and leave the gun behind, the police are going to think it was him. The fact that you’re driving his truck only makes my plan that much better.”

No.

No.

No.

“If you kill me, you’ll never see that money again,” I say, the fear in my voice unable to be hidden.

Ethan laughs. “I’ll find a way, I assure you.”

“You’ll never get it. The club will kill you.”

I won’t break.

I can’t.

“By the time they find you, I’ll be long gone. I have my resources; I’ll get the money back.”

This can’t be happening.

Who is this man standing before me?

He’s not just a psycho, he’s a criminal, too.

“What do you want from me?”

He takes another step closer. “I want to watch you beg for your pathetic little life. Get on your knees. I promise I’ll make it quick.”

He’s going to kill me; I know it as well as he does.

My brains will be all over this parking lot in a matter of seconds if I don’t try and get out of this.

Sickness swirls inside me, and a fear unlike any other grips my chest.

“There are cameras here, you’ll be seen.”

He laughs again. “There are cameras on the surface of the building, not all the way out here in this far parking lot. Don’t worry, I checked.”

He was way ahead of me—this entire time he had a plan.

I was never going to come out of this alive.

If I had waited, I would be wired, and Fury would be close by. He would hear Ethan’s threats and come running in to save the day, but, instead, I decided I’d come on my own in some feeble attempt at escaping this nightmare. I don’t know what else I’m meant to do, other than use the one thing I have left, the one thing I never wanted him to know about.

“I’m pregnant.”

It catches him off guard, his eyes flash, and a range of emotions settle across his face before it turns to stone once more.

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