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He jerked, the pain of that ripping through him, but before he could respond to that blow, he heard Fury reprimand her, words slightly slurred from the swelling. “Baby, no. Bring it down a notch. It wasn’t even close to the same. Not even close. You need to shut it.”
“Kidnapped.” Now they were firmly back into shriek territory, and Mason saw Fury wince. “And, he had you beaten up.” She leaned into Fury this time, giving him her pain when she hissed, “Beaten all to hell and back, baby. On some stupid man’s say-so. My man, beaten all to hell.”
Fury’s voice was dangerously quiet, rumbling around the room when he asked, “Your man?”
“Yes,my man.” She was exasperated and didn’t hesitate to show it, giving him the point of her jaw as she lifted it. “He didn’t even give you a chance to defend yourself. Just picked you up and worked you over. Then he had me picked up, dragged more than a hundred miles on the back of a bike into the wilderness of bee-eff-eh Ohio. ByHoss. And Hoss is scary. He’s scary standing still, but let me tell you, he’s even scarier at a hundred miles an hour. A hundred. Miles. An hour. A hundred miles an hour on the back of a bike is scary. Scared the juice out of me. I wasn’t sure what—”
Still quiet, it sounded like he was testing the words when he interrupted her, repeating as a statement this time, “Your man.”
“Yes, my man. Keep up, Gabe.” Her hands hit the air even with her shoulders, then fell back to her sides in exasperation. Now Fury was getting the edge of a little of her angry vibes and tone, and from his face, he didn’t mind a bit, lips curled up at the corners, white teeth flashing in his red beard.
“Get the fuck over here, woman,” Fury growled, and Mason grinned as Bethy’s mouth fell open, for once no noise coming out. “Come kiss your man again, baby.”
