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Draining the mug, Fury set it on the floor and stood, pushing the chair back and out of the way, giving himself a clear view of the man handcuffed to a set of rings in the wall. “No doubt. You hear anything else I need to know, shit like what’s going down in Utah, bring it to me, yeah?” The call disconnected, and he tipped his head to the side, considering his captive. “You don’t look so fuckin’ scary to me.”
Fury walked towards Woolfe and stopped out of reach. “You know how badly you’ve fucked up tonight? Just how fuckin’ bad you screwed up?” He paused for a breath, then blew it out slowly. “You’ve screwed the pooch, man. There are a hundred men combing Fort Wayne looking for the man in the room up the hall. Lookin’ for his woman, too. You don’t know who you took, do you?” Using the toe of his boot, he prodded the sole of the man’s foot. “Not a fuckin’ clue.”
“My boss is the same as your boss. We do what we’re told.” Woolfe shrugged as nonchalantly as he could be with both hands anchored over his head. “Pays the bills.”
“Bought yourself a world of pain, man. That’s Gunny. He’s an insider. A confidant to the national president of the Rebel Wayfarers. You took him from his own home.” Fury leaned down, letting his lips pull back in a feral snarl. “Brought him to my property. But that wasn’t enough. Oh, no, not for you.” He shook his head. “You had to bring his woman, too. And not only is she his woman, but she's also the sister of a friend of that same club. A friend who happens to be wooing the former president’s old lady.” Leaning in again, he clipped, “Fucked in the ass.” Straightening, he stepped back. “You’re right, though. Your boss is the national president of this club.” Fury hooked a thumb at the back of his vest. “Means I needa do what I gotta do to haul your ass outta the fire before Shooter or Morgan get wind of just had badly you fucked up on my territory.”
At the door Fury paused and turned back, staring into the Woolfe’s eyes. “I guarantee you’re a dead man. Gunny’s insane enough to not let this go.”
“Gunny and I go way back,” Woolfe said cockily. “He ain’t gonna do shit to me.”
Pulling the door shut behind him, remembering the rage he’d seen in Gunny’s face as he paced in the cell Woolfe had locked him in, Fury told the empty hallway the truth as he saw it. “You’re wrong.”
