by Jordan Marie
Fury
Jordan Marie
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WARNING: This book contains sexual situations, violence and other adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.
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Contents
Title
Blurb
Prologue
1. Fury
2. Fury
3. Ellie
4. Ellie
5. Fury
6. Ellie
7. Fury
8. Ellie
9. Fury
10. Ellie
11. Fury
12. Ellie
13. Fury
14. Ellie
15. Fury
16. Ellie
17. Wolf
18. Fury
19. Ellie
20. Fury
21. Ellie
22. Ellie
23. Ellie
24. Fury
25. Ellie
26. Ellie
27. Ellie
28. Fury
29. Wolf
30. Ellie
31. Wolf
32. Ellie
33. Fury
34. Ellie
35. Fury
36. Devil
37. Ellie
38. Fury
39. Ellie
40. Devil
41. Ellie
42. Fury
43. Ellie
44. Ellie
45. Ellie
46. Fury
47. Torrent
48. Ellie
49. Ellie
50. Fury
51. Ellie
52. Fury
53. Fury
54. Ellie
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Epilogue Three
Epilogue Four
Jordan’s Early Access
Social Media Links
Also by Jordan Marie
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Savage Brothers MC—Tennessee Chapter
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By
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Jordan Marie
BLURB
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Fury
I was sent to Florida on a mission. I'm here to help my club and my brother.
Devil has been through hell, he's found happiness with his old lady.
He has the life I've always wanted and tasted once…briefly.
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I never dreamed trying to find someone for my club would lead me back to my past, and to the only woman I've ever loved.
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Ellie Lane.
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I claimed her as mine and gave her everything I had.
Losing her nearly destroyed me.
I don't know if I'm strong enough to let her go twice.
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Ellie
Walking away from Liam was the hardest thing I've ever done.
Every day we make choices.
When it comes to Liam, I'm pretty sure I made the wrong one.
I never expected to see him again.
I still love him.
He still wants me.
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I've dreamed of a second chance. It happens in fairy tales, right?
Although, I'm pretty sure the princess never got her prince under a hail of gunfire...
Prologue
Ellie
I thought I could handle it. I really thought I could. I’m not in the club life, or I wasn’t before falling in love with Liam. Maybe I was young and stupid, didn’t realize exactly what being in the club meant. I’ve put up with a lot, changed my whole world to fit in with Liam’s and I didn’t say a word. I didn’t care. The club was part of him, so I could accept it. There were parts I even liked. But, I’ve finally had enough.
A woman can turn a blind eye to a lot of things, but hearing Diesel order a hit on another woman is hard to overlook. Admittedly, I don’t like Vicki. I never did. But she’s a human. She’s a woman. She’s not one of these guys that sells out a brother or fucks over the club for money. She wants custody of her son. That’s it. Diesel ordered his men to find her. He wants her dead, either by his hand or his men. I can’t ignore that. You fight for custody in court. You let the court know what a whacko your ex is. You don’t order a hit on them. The fact that Liam so calmly accepts it scares the hell out of me.
“You can’t do this, Liam.”
“Stay out of it, Ellie. I love you, but I’ve told you before how things are. This concerns the club, not you. You aren’t even supposed to know what’s going on.”
“The man I love is planning on killing an innocent human being. I think that involves me.”
“There’s nothing innocent about that tramp, Ellie.”
“You can’t do this, Liam. You just can’t. No matter how bad she is, you can’t kill Ryan’s mother. Let the courts handle this.”
“It’s none of your business, Ellie.”
“None of my business?” I snap. His words feel like a slap across the face, but more painful.
“Ellie, damn it, I don’t want to discuss this with you,” Liam growls. His words bounce off of me, because the pain is moving too deep for me to focus on what he’s saying.
“Is this how you’ll deal with me, Liam?”
“Woman, what are you talking about?” he yells. I can tell I’m making him mad. Liam is intimidating most of the time, although he’s never tried to intimidate me before. He’s always handled me with care, even when arguing. Now? Now he’s just getting pissed. Probably because he feels trapped. Men hate that.
“What happens if we have a kid and break up, Liam? Will you—”
“Christ, woman. We’re not breaking up,” he rumbles under his breath, shaking his head at me.
“What if we did? What if you don’t want me to have custody of our child? Will you calmly order your club to take me out, too?”
“You’re not a crackhead whore, Ellie. Now, I’m tired of talking about this shit. I have a job to do and I’m going to do it. You need to step back from this and let it go. What happens is club business. It’s not—”
“Yeah, I got that. It’s not my concern. You said that. I only have one question, Liam. Will it concern me when the man I love is in jail for murder?”
“That won’t happen, Ellie.”
“And if it does?”
“Then, we’ll deal with it,” he says with a sigh.
“We’ll deal with it…” I repeat, not able to believe what I’m hearing.
“I’ve got to go. I’ll be back sometime next week.”
“If you leave, I won’t be here when you get back, Liam.”
“Don’t start that shit, Ellie. We’ll work this out when I get back and you will be here,” he orders, his voice gruff. It’s full of anger and frustration, but even through it I can hear his worry. He loves me, I know he does, but he loves his club more and that’s always been the case. I’ve been lying to myself, because now I know the truth.
I can’t accept coming in second to his club.
Not anymore.
Liam steps into me, hi
s hands going on either side of my face and he pulls my mouth roughly up to his, kissing me.
Liam’s kisses always make my heart quicken. Even after all this time together, each kiss is like our first one. It never stops feeling new and exciting. I always feel my heart quicken and my skin tingle. My breath has to be pushed from my lungs, because it feels so good that I forget to breathe. From day one, Liam has been my everything. I thought I could accept being the second-most important thing to him.
Maybe I could have.
But, everything has changed now.
Everything.
When we break apart, his steel gray eyes bore into me.
“I love you, Ellie.”
His words break my heart.
“I love you, too, Liam,” I murmur, each word painful.
“We’ll work this out,” he says again. I don’t say anything. There’s nothing left to say.
Then, he walks away without a second look.
I stand there, rooted to the spot, as he leaves. I watch until he’s completely out of sight, praying that it’s not the last time I ever see Liam Maverick again.
Fury
I watch as the three bikers pull in beside me, dust kicking up all around us. I hate the fucking desert. I hate being here. I want to get back to Tennessee. I’m too old for these damn road trips.
I keep my gun hidden. I’m not getting bad vibes out of these guys. They’re not wearing a patch. Just bikers in general, and from the looks of their boots, they are weekend riders.
“What’s the problem, man?” one of them asks. He looks to be older than me, salt and pepper hair, goatee, earring, and a sleeve tattoo that is a mixture of skulls and butterflies of all things. You wouldn’t think those would go together, but even I have to admit it’s a sweet piece of ink. I wouldn’t personally wear it, but to each their own. Fuck, if I tried that shit, Devil would hand me my ass daily over it.
“Bike started sputtering about a mile back. I was hoping to make it to the next gas station, but it didn’t work out that way,” I respond, nodding at the other two. They don’t look that different from the first guy, a little more preppy, and I notice all three are wearing wedding rings. I pull my gaze from that. Too many memories want to spring forth at the reminder of that shit.
Ellie.
How long is that fucking woman going to haunt me?
I’m starting to think forever.
“You got tools?” one of the guys ask.
“Just the one I was born with,” I respond with a smirk while they laugh.
“Dude, everyone knows to bring their tool kit with them on their bike,” one of them criticizes. I manage to not roll my eyes at the biker-wanna-be—barely. I’m not about to tell them this is a bike I bought at a fucking pawn shop about fifty miles back, because I got tired of renting a cage and feeling closed in. It’s a piece of shit, not worth what I paid for it, and about as far from my sexy metallic green Indian Springfield as you can get. Still, I got to feel the air, breathe it in and feel free for the first time in weeks, so it was worth it…until it died.
I am supposed to be in Florida. I never planned on carting my ass out to Arizona. I hate this fucking state. It’s too damn hot for one, and it reminds me of meeting Ellie. Ever since crossing the state line, I swear to fuck I keep thinking I see her everywhere. It’s never her, but for a minute, when I look at a woman with white-gold hair, the color of a palomino’s mane, my chest goes tight.
I haven’t seen Wolf at all, but when I got to Florida the trail to Torrent’s sister led to Phoenix, Arizona of all places. I tried to bow out. Returning to Arizona was not what I wanted, even if Ellie had never lived close to Phoenix. Her family does live about five hours north, in Page, Arizona. I don’t even know if she’s still there, but I figure she is. That’s where her family lives and where she was living when we met.
God, that feels like a lifetime ago…and I guess, maybe it was.
“Your bike paid for?” I ask the biker that hasn’t spoken while forcing myself to think about anything other than Ellie.
“Mine? Uh…yeah. Why?” he says.
“What will you take for it?” I ask him, looking at the Honda and sizing it up.
“Uh well…”
“What year model is it?” I ask him, eyeing it. It’s the lamest bike here—and that’s including the one that died on me. I also figure I could get it the cheapest. Plus, this guy doesn’t enjoy riding. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s a banker or works some other desk job. His bike is old, beat up and the only three-wheeler in the bunch—conversion kit, at that.
“Eighty-eight,” he says, still looking puzzled.
Jesus, it’s even older than I thought—and not in the cool vintage way that I like my fucking bikes. “I’ll give you five grand for it.”
“For my bike?” He looks astonished and maybe he is. If I had to guess, I’d say he paid no more than two grand for this piece of shit.
“The offer ends in about three minutes,” I warn him, getting tired of waiting.
“You’ve got five grand in your pocket?”
“Let me worry about how I’m going to pay you. You going to take my offer or not?”
“I…uh. Make it six,” the guy says, looking so nervous I’m afraid he might get sick. I take a step back, just to protect my boots.
“Five and you can have the pink slip to this piece of shit. Take it or leave it.”
“Take it,” he says, not even blinking.
“I’ll drive this into the next town, get your money out of the bank and you’ll sign it over.”
“Are you going to ride on the back? I’ve never had a passenger before,” the man says instantly nervous. The other two have been quiet, but I know they’re following the conversation.
“Fuck, no. You ride with one of your brothers. I’ll drive myself.”
“How do we know you won’t try to lose us on the road?” the banker-guy asks.
“There’s no way I could outrun you on this thing. Are we doing this or not? I got shit I need to be doing,” I growl, tired of fooling around. I’ll take off walking to the next town. It might take me the rest of the evening, but right now I’d prefer that to listening to them talk.
“You can ride on the back of mine, Stu,” the guy with the tattoos says. After looking at me nervously, Stu tosses me the keys. I catch them and climb on the albatross, I shouldn’t be buying. From the looks of Stu, he probably has this damn thing serviced religiously. I figure it is dependable and that’s all I need. I just have to find Torrent’s sister and get my ass back to Tennessee where I belong.
The farther away I get from memories of Ellie and anywhere her or her family might still be…the better.
Fury
I stare at the whiskey on my table and then fill my glass up again. The bottle is still half full, but I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve refilled my glass. I don’t think it’s been enough, because defeat is still bitter on my tongue. Torrent’s sister is nowhere in Phoenix. I tracked down the church, gave them the information I found in Florida, only to be told that Torrent’s sister—whose name is actually Rayne Meyers—had taken a job with a sister church in Chicago. My first thought was how many fucking sister churches are there? I’ve been traveling all over the fucking world and it’s getting old. My second thought is that I failed Devil and Torrent. I wanted her to have her sister safe and home before Christmas. Calling them tonight was the hardest thing I’ve done in a while. Devil told me not to worry, that he and Gunner would handle it, but I know the last thing he wants to do is to leave his woman right now.
At least I got answers. That wasn’t easy—not by a longshot. There’s one thing about these damn nuns. They protect their own. I can respect that. Luckily, when I showed them Torrent’s letter her father left that explained about her sister and the danger she might be in, they let me know that Rayne wasn’t there and where I could find her. I also got their word they wouldn’t share that information with anyone else and was reassured that no one had
been there searching for Rayne. That at least made Torrent feel a little better. I’ve got to find Wolf, though. He’s been in the wind for way too fucking long. The bastard needs to die.
I take another drink on that thought. I really thought I’d find him here in Phoenix. He had definitely been in Florida. Scorpion found that little nugget out when a woman came forth to the local police saying he had raped her. I met the woman, she’d definitely had the shit beat out of her. It is just another reason that Wolf needs to die. I tracked him down to a shack that the bastard had been staying in. It was empty, of course, and sitting next to a swamp. I’d hoped he’d been eaten by a gator, but sadly that wasn’t the case. Scorpion was able to get security footage of the fucker buying a ticket at the airport in Jacksonville. We couldn’t find out what name he was using or where he was going on our own, but with some help from a connection with the Florida State Police, it was clear he was headed out this way, though not Arizona. He bought a ticket to Texas. I should have flown there maybe, but when we got information on Rayne, I decided to get to her first. Now, I have nothing but a half-empty bottle of Jack. I’m feeling pretty fucking empty on my own.
