Page 236 of Fury

His eyes blazed, his stiff jaw jutted out. “So who is it? There’s gotta be somebody else. Who is it?”

“Jesus. I’m busy working. Tania and Butler are getting married next week in California, and I’m making her a wedding dress as a surprise. You know this. I’ve been up late every night this week to finish it. Going to some club party is not high on my list of priorities.”

“I know I’m definitely not one of your priorities. You wouldn’t have just stopped us out of the blue, for no reason. I mean, shit, we’re good together. That’s a fact.”

“Tricky, I told you from the beginning that this was a loose thing for me. You agreed. You said you felt the same way. Then you started getting mad at me and suddenly had all these expectations that weren’t there before.”

“None of this makes sense, Lenore! You been lying to me? You been sleeping with other guys all along, because for a while now, there’s only been you for me. So, I want to know. I want to know who the fuck it is you’re sleeping with now.”

“Calm down, Tricky.”

“Answer the question.”

“We had fun. That’s what this was. Fun.”

“Was, was, was, huh?”

“That’s right. The past.”

“Well, now I want a real thing with you, not just fun,” he said.

“I didn’t know that. But I don’t want anything else.”

“Seriously?” his tone was snide.

“Tricky, you should leave. It’s late.”

He blinked, his head jerking back. “What the fuck—you’re dismissing me like I’m the misbehaving boy and you’re the teacher?”

“Tricky.”

“You done with me now?”

“That’s a shock to you?”

“Whoa.” His hands flew in the air and he let out a tight laugh, the whites of his eyes flashing.

My stomach hardened at the sight, my muscles tensed.

“It is a shock, yeah.” He moved toward me. “One day everything’s good, the next, you’re saying no more. You can’t do this. You can’t.” He launched at me, taking me in his arms, squeezing me.

“Tricky, stop. Let me go!” My hands were stuck against his chest, and I pushed at him hard. “We’ll talk tomorrow. You’re drunk.”

He buried his face in my hair. “Let me fuck you one more time. Let me show you how much you mean to me, baby, come on.” His lips latched onto my neck and he sucked the skin there, a hand gripping my ass.

I squirmed against his hold, and his sucking turned into biting. “Stop it!” Adrenaline pumped through me.

“You love it when I do this shit. Just let me—”

Something reflected in the darkness, and I knew. I relaxed in Tricky’s hold.

“Don’t even breathe,” came a harsh, low voice. A gloved hand went to the side of Tricky’s neck and pressed deep. Tricky’s eyes bulged, he gasped.

“Let her go or it gets worse.”

Tricky’s grip released me, and I quickly stepped away from him. A scuffle, thudding to the floor. I darted to the light switch, hitting it. Finger held a massive stainless steel gun to Tricky’s head, his free hand pinning back his arms.

“You don’t fucking breathe her way ever again, you hear me? Not one fucking breath,” ordered Finger on a hiss.

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