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probably had
already. Do you realize if they take her out how badly that will reflect on us?
Do you realize it’ll make us look weak?”
    “It
was a mistake, boss—”
    Sal
lifted one of the crutches and brought it along the upside of Luis’s head. The
sound of his skull cracking rang through the room, and Luis fell to the ground.
Blood started dripping down the side of his head, and the groans coming from
Luis annoyed Sal.
    “Miguel,
get him the fuck out of my sight, and send out the boys to find Angelina.”
    “Yes,
boss.”
    Miguel
picked up Luis with the help of Carlos, and they hauled the motherfucker out of
his sight.
    Sal
went back to his seat and sat down, stared out the window, and knew he had to
find Angelina. If that fucking MC had anything to do with her disappearing,
word would spread that the Cardonas couldn’t even handle their own, couldn’t
even stop some MC from bringing down Sal Cardona’s offspring.
    He
grabbed his cell and dialed Nando’s number. If his fucking men couldn’t find
his daughter, and let her disappear, he needed to go to the next level.
    “Yeah?”
Nando’s deeply Italian accented voice came through the receiver.
    “I
need Angelina found, and want to bring down some motherfuckers. You up to
getting your hands dirty?”
    “Always.
And when I find your daughter what do you want me to do with the fuckers that
took her?”
    Sal
didn’t need to think about it. “Take them out and make it slow and painful.” He
had never been close with Angelina, and to be honest she’d been more of a
liability for his enemies to get at him. He would have protected her if she
hadn’t betrayed them by leaving, but now that she was gone, and if she was with
the MC, getting her back was more about teaching her a lesson, and letting word
get out that even blood got what was coming to them.
    This
was also about the Bleeding Mayhem MC, and he’s go to any lengths to bring down
that fucking club. They came after the Cardonas, and took out his son. That
meant this was fucking war.
    ****
    Fury
had left Angelina in the room hours ago, and all he’d done since then was
slowly finish off a bottle of scotch. The TV was on but muted, and some old
school horror movie played on the screen. He didn’t know what the fuck he was
going to do, if he were being honest. He had initially planned on taking Sal’s
daughter, and doing all kinds of fucked up shit to her to get some revenge
toward the Cardonas. All he’d been able to see after Birdie was shot and the
club was put in jeopardy was getting even with fucking Sal. Sure it had also
been about getting information out of Angelina that could help Fury get her
father, find out where the prick was hiding, and taking out the old bastard.
But here he was, not even two days after taking her, and he was thinking of
letting her go.
    She
didn’t know anything. He could see that in her face, in the way she spoke. He
went with his gut, and his instincts were telling him she was innocent in all
of this. Doing anything to her but letting her go seemed so fucking wrong, and
unlike him. But despite knowing that, wanting to be able to let her go and find
Sal on his own, he also knew he could use her as leverage. It was fucked up,
but his club and family came first, even if that meant being a lowdown dirty
bastard and using an innocent woman.
    He
stood, but the room started to spin because of how drunk he was already, and he
braced his hand on the arm of the couch.
    “Fuck,”
he said and ran a hand over his face, feeling his days’ worth of stubble cover
his cheeks and jaw. He turned and stared down the hallway, looked at the closed
door of the bedroom where Angelina was currently chained up, and felt his cock
harden and his heart start to race. He was a sick motherfucker for his body’s
reaction to her, given the situation they were in. But all he could picture was
her sitting on the bed, the oversized t-shirt hanging off one of her shoulders,
her olive skin tone and the