Page 61 of Fury

Marek pulls out a phone, his eyes locking on mine. His gaze doesn’t shift the entire time he makes a call.

He’s terrifying.

“I have Alexis,” he murmurs low into the phone to whoever he’s talking to.

How does he know my name?

Did I tell him?

My mind is mush.

“If you want her back, I want everything you found in that safe. I’ve dealt with her problem, you’re welcome. I suppose I owe you one. Meet me, and you get her back.”

He listens for a moment, a small smirk stretching across his face.

“I see you’ve missed me, sweetheart.”

Who is he talking to?

Whoever it is clearly doesn’t like his comment because I can hear yelling on the other end of the phone.

Marek keeps his confident, cold smile.

“Come now, Acacia, you’re hurting my feelings.”

Acacia?

She is the person he is talking to?

How does he know her?

Better yet, how does she know him?

“You know where we’ll meet. Six hours. Be there with the items or your little lady here dies.”

With that, he hangs up the phone and casually puts it back in his pocket.

“You know Acacia?” I ask, confusion washing over me.

“You could say we go a long way back,” he answers, his voice low. “Now, be a good girl and sit down. Your bikers will be coming for you soon.”

Will they, though?

After what I just did?

Am I worth coming after?

Truly, to them, I am nothing.

Why would they risk it all for me?

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Six hours quickly turns to an overnighter, and I’m concerned that the bikers aren’t going to come for me. Fury, especially. Why would he after what he just found out? I could be carrying Ethan’s baby, or I could be carrying his. It’s hard to know, and our relationship is strained as it is. I’ve done nothing to make the club want to help me, so it wouldn’t surprise me if they just left me here.

Here being a fucking circus.

I think.

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