Page 7 of Fury

I was never raised to be a fighter. I’ve always been quiet and compassionate.

My biggest weakness.

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He didn’t show up.

That cocky, arrogant, shit of a biker didn’t show up to get Hope.

Nor did Bonnie.

He is ensuring that I have no choice but to take her to him, just like he said. The confidence of this man is absolutely out of control. I’m in no mood for him today, but I’m not going to show Hope that I’m upset. No, I’m better than that. Instead, I tell her in a happy tone that I get to take her home today. She likes that idea, because she is slowly warming to me, and, if I’m being honest, I kind of adore her, too.

“Your uncle asked if I could help you with your homework today,” I tell her, as we leave the school. “Would you like that?”

I’m certain what I’m doing is against every rule in the book, but he won’t answer his phone, and I’m left with no other option. I can’t leave her alone, and I’m going to make sure she gets home safely, no matter the cost. It can’t hurt to help her out a little with her homework, too. I am there, after all.

“Yes,” she tells me in a soft tone as I open the door to my car and she climbs in.

I know where the clubhouse is, and considering I don’t have Ford’s address, I’m going to have to guess he’ll be there. Everyone in town knows of the motorcycle club and all the parties they have. Don’t get me started on all the drugs that float through town that they are more than willing to supply. They’re criminals, and it kills me to know that Hope is involved with no other options.

Arriving at the gates, I park just outside and glance in at the large house, shed, and garage. There are bikes everywhere, trucks, and the huge roller doors to the garage are open and people are milling about inside. Taking a deep, shaky breath, I put on my happiest face and look over to Hope. “Ready?”

She nods and gets out of the car.

I follow her, mostly because I have no idea where I’m going. As we pass through the large, grated gates, my eyes scan over the people who have stopped to gawk. I know I look out of place, it’s probably this darn yellow dress. It’s very ... summery. My hair whips in the breeze, covering my face. Desperately, I move it off as we approach the open garage. Is this really where Hope spends her time? There are people smoking ... I don’t even want to know what.

“Can I help you?”

The rough male voice has me spinning around, nearly tripping over my own feet. Steadying myself, I peer up at the man before me. My word. He is tall, dark, and handsome. Do they all look like this? Silvery grey eyes travel over me, taking me in, before he crosses his arms, waiting for my answer.

“I, ah,” I stammer. “I’m bringing Hope home from school.”

Nodding, the man seems to accept my explanation. “Ah, you’re golden eyes.”

That’s what he told them? Seriously?

Grumbling, I nod in agreement. Anything to hurry this along.

Nice to know he’s told them about me, I suppose.

“Name is Mex,” he goes on. “Fury is busy.”

“Fury?” I question.

Grinning, Mex responds, “Ford.”

“Right,” I mutter. “Well, I am going to help Hope with her homework. Is there somewhere ... quiet, I can do that?”

“Next door. I’ll send Fury over when he’s done. Might take him a while, if you catch my drift.”

I shake my head in confusion. “I don’t.”

“Fury likes the ladies.”

Oh.

Hell.

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