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predicament.
    She
stood and walked toward the door. The sun had already set, and from what Fury
said she was out for several hours. But the day had slowly worn on, and now
with evening already upon them, all she should want to do was curl up and cry.
That or figure out how to escape.
    And where would you go? If Fury
found you so easy then he’s right, your family probably knew where you were the
whole time.
    But
if they had known where she was why didn’t they come after her? Angelina knew
her father wouldn’t have just let it go that she left without a word to them.
    She
reached for the handle, but before she could open it, it swung inward.
Retreating several steps and almost tripping over the chain, she tilted her
head back and stared up at Fury. He held two bottles of beer in his hand, but
one was already being tipped back into his mouth as he took a hefty drink from
it.
    He
handed her the other beer, and she took it, knowing she could smash the damn
thing over his head, but also grateful for the small reprieve the alcohol would
give her.
    She
drank half the bottle before she brought the tip away from her mouth. She
didn’t even like beer all that much, but seeing as she never drank Angelina
figured the alcohol would ease her up a bit. She hoped, at least.
    “You
hate your family that much, huh?” he asked, and she nodded.
    “Yeah,
that much.” She moved back toward the bed, the chain making a loud clanking
noise on the ground. When she was seated on the mattress she held the bottle
between her hands, looking at it. “My childhood wasn’t horrible. I had cousins
to play with, but my mother and father weren’t really there for me.” She lifted
her head and looked at Fury. He leaned against the doorframe, his expression
unreadable. “My brother was an asshole for as long as I could remember, and it
wasn’t until I was a teenager that I saw the kind of men that surrounded me.”
    She
lifted her bottle and took another drink, not sure why in the hell she was even
saying anything to him. He didn’t care, especially not about her childhood. All
Fury wanted was his revenge, and she was a means to that end. But she kept her
mouth shut after saying all of that, because the less he knew about her the
better. Angelina didn’t need any extra drama in her life … well, not anymore
than she already had.
    “And
you waited so long to leave?” he asked, and she lifted her head, a little
stunned he cared enough to wonder.
    She
shrugged and stared into his dark eyes.
    “You’re
only what, twenty-five at the most?”
    She
nodded. “But leaving the Cardonas isn’t the easiest thing.” He didn’t say
anything in response. “My father never spent a lot of time with me. He was with
my brother the majority of the time, showing him how things ran. But I always
had someone watching over me.” Scrubbing a hand over her eyes, she hated
thinking about the past. “My father cares about me in the terms of protecting
an asset.” Angelina looked at Fury again. He stood there finishing off his
beer, appearing like he didn’t give a shit about this. Which he probably
didn’t, but it felt … nice, in a fucked up way, to talk about this stuff.
    “So
you found a way out and took it?”
    She
nodded after he spoke. “Yeah. There were other times I probably could have run,
but a lot of things held me back.”
    “Like
what?” He almost sounded like he was challenging her.
    “Like
making sure I had money, could get away without them dragging me back.” She
swallowed. “Fear held me back, not knowing what was ahead of me. A lot of
things kept me there. But I finally realized I had to just do it or I’d die in
that prison.” She held his stare, maybe challenging him herself. “The Cardonas
don’t really take kindly to people bailing on them, blood or not.”
    “If
you wanted to disappear, you didn’t do a very good job. Like I said, I found
you easy enough.”
    Yeah,
she knew that, but she thought she would have been safe,