Fury - Page 87

“What did you do?”

Fury’s eyes dropped to where his knees sank into the thick carpet. It was just a moment, just the tiniest movement, looking away from me. Then his eyes were back on mine, the dark orbs sharper now, keener.

“Do you really want to know, doll?”

“I do, Fury, please. I have to know.”

He sighed, dropping his eyes from mine again, only this time it was longer, like he couldn’t look me in the face.

“One of the three men who came after you is dead. His friends watch us kill him in front of them. A demonstration of what we would do to them if they ever even thought about going after you again.”

He killed someone. Fury’s hands were on my face. A killer’s hands.

“You killed someone?”

“I’ve killed lots of people, Heidi. I fought in the army. I pulled that trigger. People, men, dropped dead because of me. Some of them were innocent, they didn’t deserve it. But this fucker deserved it. And the rest of them needed to know they’d be next. But this time, it wasn’t me that made that man draw his last breath. But it was on my order.”

“Was it easy?” I whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“To give the order. To watch him die?”

“Yes,” Fury answered, his eyes fixed on mine again. His face wasn’t smug or proud. It was careful, matter of fact. “This time it was easy. Because then I knew you were safe. Or as safe as you could be till I found out who’d ordered them to come after you.”

“Ordered them?”

“Yes, doll. These people were sent after you. They didn’t just wake up and select you randomly off the street. They were sent to you.”

“And d…did you find out who that was?”

“Yes.” Fury looked away again, and I knew what was coming next was much worse.

“It was Gordon, wasn’t it?”

He shook his head, his gaze still on his thighs. “It was Mark, Heidi.”

“What? Why? Is he…”

“No, he’s not dead. He’ll have a black eye in the morning, and he’ll be rinsing blood out of that expensive white shirt of his. But he’s not dead.”

“Then he’ll still come after me, won’t he?”

Fury shook his head. “No Heidi. He was working with a local organised crime group called the Masons. Small fry compared to us. Those men that came after you were part of that. They now know never to come near you again.”

“Are you an OCG?” I asked the question that had been in the back of my mind for months, in my periphery, not quite within reach.

“No. But we don’t always do everything legally. We have connections, people who pay us to keep secrets safe.”

“Like Tommy?”

“Like Tommy,” Fury answered. “We don’t always come by items in the normal way. You could say we’re like Robin Hood and his merry men, just with bikes and leather, and perhaps slightly naughtier.”

Fury flashed a smile, a big wide grin, almost laughing at his own words, but with that grin came those dimples, lighting his face. The most beautiful face I’d ever seen. I leant towards him, reaching my hands up into his hair, and pulling his bobble free, letting the long dark hair spill around his shoulders. And then I pulled him to me, pushing my face towards him.

“I don’t care what you are, Fury. Or what the Kings are. I don’t give a fuck.”

He pushed his lips against me, not gently this time. Hot and fast, pulling and plucking at me, forcing his tongue into my mouth before I’d even had a moment to make space for it. His hands pushed at my shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of my skirt, his fingers skipping over the buttons. Fury broke the kiss and glanced down, fumbling on the shirt, swearing under his breath and then he yanked, the fabric screeching, a button hitting me in the forehead. But I didn’t care as his fingers dived on my breasts, tearing the satin that covered them free, dropping his head and sucking a nipple into his mouth. Tingles rushed across my chest, fiery, electrified, his fingers finding the other, swirling and moving as he sucked and licked.