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at least for longer
than she had. It had been months since she ran, but only a couple of weeks
since she’d felt like she was being watched. Had it been her father’s men, or
Fury?
    It
seemed like changing her last name hadn’t been able to keep her hidden, but she
knew that all along, even if it had been deep down. She’d just been a fool, but
she’d been in denial, thinking she could find a semblance of independence.
    “I’m
an idiot for thinking I could escape who I am and where I come from. I was
foolish to think my father wouldn’t find me.” She’d meant to say that in her
head, but after the words came out she just couldn’t give a damn that Fury had
heard.
    Fury
didn’t speak, and instead nodded his head toward the bed. “You should get some
rest.”
    She
looked at the head of the bed, suddenly feeling so damn tired. Maybe she didn’t
have freedom in her future? Maybe her life was meant to stay on the same fucked
up track? Either way she could at least say she’d experienced a small taste of
being away from it all, and she was thankful for that.

Chapter
Seven
     
    “She
wasn’t there, boss.”
    Sal
stared out the window in the house he was currently laid up in. He had a cast
on his leg, a stray bullet getting him pretty close to the femoral artery.
These past weeks all Sal had been able to think about was what the Bleeding
Mayhem MC had done, and who they’d taken.
    He
took a long inhale from his cigar, held the smoke in his mouth, and exhaled
after a few seconds. The scene from the window was nothing but countryside. He
was in a safe house he used on occasion when shit went down, and shit had
definitely gone down.
    Marco
was dead by the hands of those worthless pieces of shit, and although he’d
known where Angelina had been since she ran off, he’d had other things on his
plate that took precedence over bringing back an ungrateful child that was
causing him more grief. But he’d finally sent men out to bring her back,
because even if he’d deal with her running out on her family during a time like
this, he wouldn’t let the MC get her either. He ’d be the one to show her what it meant firsthand to fuck with
them.
    She
was a Cardona, and her running off, deserting her family, was a betrayal in the
worst of ways. She might be blood, but she’d made the family look bad by
leaving, and he couldn’t allow it to slide. She had to be made an example of.
    “What
do you mean she wasn’t there?” he said, keeping his focus on the scenery in
front of him. He had his leg propped up, wanting the fucking cast off, wanting
his son back, but knowing he had to focus on the revenge. He was a Cardona, and
no one fucked with them, least of all a damn motorcycle club. He turned his
head and stared at Luis. “How the fuck do you lose a woman you’ve been
tailing?” His anger rose.
    Luis
started shifting on his feet. “Once she was in her place we parked out front,
but she never came out the next morning. One of the guys went in and found she
was gone.”
    Sal
stubbed his cigar out, braced his hands on the arms of the chair, and stood.
Miguel was beside him to help, but he pushed the man away, grabbed a crutch to
help steady himself, and moved to stand in front of Luis. The fear poured from
Luis like a gas line breaking.
    “You
don’t know where my fucking daughter is?” She’d been living a few hours away,
and in this situation he knew he should have just hauled her ass home. But at
first he’d been busy with work and Marco, and her mother hadn’t given a shit
about anything aside from the pills she’d been popping. As it was Rosa was in
bed passed out from the booze and Valium, Marco’s death hitting her hard.
    “She
must have gone out the backdoor, boss.”
    Sal
clenched his jaw. “She went out the back door? You meant to tell me you didn’t
have men stationed at every entrance and exit, like I fucking ordered?” He saw
Luis swallow before shaking his head. “So the MC could get to her,