Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

If I couldn’t fight, what were my options?

Keep running.

Keep surviving.

Keep being hunted.

I took a step backward.

Gio held out a hand. “Don’t go, girly. Let’s talk. I’ll make you a coffee.” He glanced back over his shoulder and something like relief filled his features. “Better yet, why don’t you talk with Beauden? He’ll give you good advice, whatever problems are chasing you.”

Lifting my head, I looked past Gio to the man striding through the gym.

He’d clearly just showered, and was wearing black athletic shorts and no shirt. He had a T-shirt in his hand.

My mouth went dry.

He had powerful, muscular legs, and thick slabs of muscle over his abs and broad chest. All of it was covered in ink. His brawny arms were also covered in tattoos. A mix of flowers, swirls, and geometric patterns.

I froze. My brain stopped working.

It was ink I knew. Tattoos I’d traced with my tongue.

My head jerked up. I got the impression of thick, shaggy black hair, but my gaze was locked on the rugged face that had haunted my dreams. Those familiar gray eyes.

Beau.

MyBeau was Beauden Fury.

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BEAU

Icouldn’t fucking believe it.

Bell.

Bell was in my gym.

I stood there, shirt clenched in my grip and stared back at her.

For twenty-eight long days, I’d thought of her—when I woke in the morning, when I was training, when I sat alone in my apartment above Hard Burn. When I jerked off.

I’d prayed she was safe. I’d hated not knowing.

Her hair was black now and loose around her shoulders. I could tell it was a natural color. It suited her better.

She was still too pale, and looked thinner.

I saw panic skitter across her features. She took two steps back.

I strode forward, yanked my T-shirt over my head, and closed the distance between us. The rest of the gym became a blur. I only saw Bell and her big, blue eyes.

“Bell,” I growled.

“I was leaving.”

“No, you’re not.”