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Chapter Two

Malice

"Fifty bucks, he beats that man's ass."

"A hundred says he kills him."

"A thousand says he kills you two idiots if you two don't shut the fuck up," Torment said, as he glared at Fury and Payne.

Leaning against the wall, I ignored everyone and stared at the handsy motherfucker as she laughed at something he said, while they danced to the atrocious music pounding through the speakers.

She didn't like him.

I could tell.

She was just being nice. She was going against her own nature. Instead of telling the creep to get lost, she pacified him.

Why?

Why would she do that?

With all of us, she had no problem telling us how she really felt, yet with this jerk, she was being something she wasn't.

She was confusing me.

She always did. From the moment I met her, I couldn't read her.

She was the one person I could never figure out.

I hated it.

I hated her.

She was a distraction.

Every time I thought I had her figured out, she went and changed the rules. Rules were there for a reason.

The song was over.

Watching her intently, I frowned when the jerk asked her for another dance. Instead of telling him to get lost, she smiled and nodded.

I snarled and slowly stood up straighter when the fucker pulled her in close.

"Don't even fucking think about it, Malice," Montana warned from where he was sitting with his wife Tessa, as my so-called brothers chuckled.

Fucking bastards. I didn't need them to babysit me.

I wasn't going to hurt her.

Spank her... maybe, but I would never hurt her.

Now, if they had tagged along to save the other sex, then they had every right to be worried, because I'd already thought of several ways to kill that motherfucker without leaving my spot.

"Malice, why don't you come and sit down with us?" Tessa kindly asked. "We can all see her from here."

Ignoring the woman, I leaned against the wall again instead.

I wasn't moving from my position. I had the perfect view of the entire club. It was strategically the best place in the club to see her and all the threats to her. Plus, if need be, I could easily jump the rails and get to her before the fucker did anything stupid.

Mercy and Largo walked up the stairs, then sat on the sofa next to Montana and Tessa.

Out of breath, Largo sighed.

"I don't know how she does it. My feet are killing me."

"Youth has its perks." Tessa chuckled, leaning against Montana.

"Silver isn't much younger than either of us, Tess," Largo countered.

"Physically, yes, but mentally, she is a young woman in the prime of her life. Just remember, Silver never got the chance to cut loose and have fun like we all did. Now that there is nothing confining her to the clubhouse, she is going to want to spread her wings and see what the world has waiting for her," Torment logically informed us, before leaning back on the sofa, watching Silver dance with the jerk, with a frown on his face.

In fact, all my brothers didn't look happy.

"Are you telling me I'm going to have to threaten every fucknut she dates with death if they so much as lay a hand on her?" Montana grumbled and the brothers nodded animatedly.

I knew Montana cared about Silver. He treated her like a little sister. The second he brought her into the club, he decreed she was off-limits, and that if anyone so much as even looked at her funny, he would rip their dicks off and shove it up their asses before putting a bullet in their heads.

I agreed with that decree wholeheartedly.

Torment leaned forward in his seat and frowned again.

"No. What I am saying is that things are about to get very interesting where Silver is concerned. We all care about her. She is ours. Has been ever since she showed up. We all want the best for her. Brothers, we are all walking into uncharted territory. Brace yourselves ‘cause shit is about to get fun."

The second the words left his mouth, I stiffened.

The motherfucker she was dancing with grabbed her ass, and I was over the banister, barreling towards the dead man, before my brothers could even get to their feet.

The second she saw me, her eyes widened, and she pushed the fucknut away from her and turned to face me.

Like that would save him.

He was a dead man walking.

Holding up her hand, she stopped me dead in my tracks.

"No," she whispered.

Scowling, I refused to look at her.

I wanted my hands wrapped around that fucknut's neck.

I wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

I wanted to rip his body limb from limb.

I wanted to kill him.

"Please don't," she implored.

Looking down at her, I snarled, "If you fucking kiss him, I will kill him."

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't threaten me, Malice."

I leaned forward and whispered so only she could hear me, "And I will enjoy every fucking moment. Don't push me."

She gulped when Montana walked around me, handed the fucknut a few hundred-dollar bills, and firmly said, "Dance is over, asshole. Go get something to drink, then head home before I let my buddy off his leash."

The jerk gulped and nodded furiously.

"Thanks for the dance, Silver," the young man blurted out.

I growled, stepping toward him as he flinched before running away.

The second the fucknut was gone, Silver rounded on me and slapped me across the face.

"You stupid son of a bitch!" she seethed. "You couldn't give me one night. Just one night! He did nothing wrong, and you ruined everything. You are not my father. Not my brother. Not my anything!"

I flinched.

"Silver," Montana growled. "Enough."

"No," she shouted angrily as tears streamed down her face.

Facing Montana, she cried.

"I'm done. He doesn't have the right to tell me what to do. I'm tired of his condescending attitude toward me. I can't breathe around him. He's suffocating me. All I wanted was to go out tonight and have fun. Maybe meet some people, make a new friend. But he couldn't even give me that. Instead, I'm surrounded by all of you. I was just dancing. That's it."

"Come on, Silver," Largo said cautiously, reaching for her hand. "Let's go wash your face."

Standing there, in the middle of the dance floor, I watched as Largo and Tessa ushered Silver away. All my brothers were looking at me. Waiting, watching me, wondering what I would do next. I hated being the center of attention. They knew it. Yet, they all stood around me, waiting. For what, I didn't know.

"Malice," Torment whispered. "Come on, buddy. Let's go back upstairs."

"No."

"Then let's get out of here," Payne offered. "Let's go for a ride, brother. Our bikes are right outside. We can ride upstate and go see Storm and Delany. I'm sure Harlow would love to see her favorite uncle."

Turning to Montana, I stared at him and watched as his face hardened.

"She didn't mean it, brother. She was just angry."

"Yes, she did."

"Malice, you had to know that this day would come."

I did.

I knew as soon as the threat to her was gone, she could leave.

I just never thought she really would.

I couldn't breathe.

The walls of the club were closing in on me.

Suffocating me.

I needed to get the hell out of there fast.

Pushing past my brothers, I stormed out of the club.

If she didn't want me around anymore, fine.

She was nothing to me, anyway.

Just a pain in the ass I couldn't shake.

She was trouble with a capital T.

If she wanted to experience the world without protection, then she would get exactly what she wanted.

I was done.

Riding into the night, I ignored everything as I weaved in and out of traffic while images of her face flashed into my head like a blinking strobe light. Nothing I did could get the look of her anger, disappointment, and hurt out of my head. The look I put there. From the moment I found her in the desert, Arianwen plagued me. She disturbed my quiet, uncomplicated life. There was something about the woman that rubbed me the wrong way. Like a sore tooth I couldn't shake. The only relief I had was watching her behind the bar, knowing she was safe.

No one understood.

No one knew the torment I had been dealing with. She was everywhere. The very air I breathed. From the first moment I laid eyes on her, I fucking knew.

She scared me. I knew I couldn't be what she needed. I refused to change. I didn't know any other way, and I was too damn old to learn to be something else. That's why I left her in Vegas.

Not because I didn't care. Because it was safer that way.

I stupidly thought when I left Vegas, I would never see her again.

I was wrong.

For the last ten years, she was everywhere I turned. There was no escaping her. In the beginning, it was so bad, I spent most of my time with Father Dominic. He would sit for hours listening to me, giving me advice, praying with me to find the strength to overcome my deepest desire. Mainly, he stopped me from becoming the very person I hated most in the world.

My genetic material.

During those dark days, it took everything in me not to succumb to my depraved tendencies. All I cared about was making her mine. Bending her to my will. To demand that she see only me. To want only me.

It was Father Dominic who came up with my crutch, so to speak.

My apples.

Like in the bible, where Eve tempted Adam with an apple from the tree of life, Father Dominic suggested that every time I found myself tempted, I should eat an apple.

To quell the urge to give into my desires.

For the longest time, they helped.

Now, not so much, and if I was being honest with myself, if I had to eat another fucking apple, I was going to kill someone.

I knew it was wrong. I knew if I went down that path, I would lose everything and become someone even I didn't recognize. And to make matters worse, I didn't have anyone to help me.

Father Dominic was dead because my genetic material killed him.

I had no escape. There was no one to listen to me, to give me advice.

I was alone.

And now she was free to do whatever she wanted.

I didn't know what I was going to do.

I was the club's enforcer. Montana needed me at the clubhouse. But I couldn't be around her anymore, not when all I wanted was to claim her and make her mine.

Payne was good, but I was better.

Everyone knew that.

But then again, none of that mattered anymore because she had sealed her fate tonight.

I had given her space, but I couldn't give her what she wanted. She was mine. Had been since the second our eyes locked in the desert. She had ten long motherfucking years to accept what her future would be like.

She was mine and no motherfucker would stop me from claiming what was mine. I just prayed that God forgave me for what I was about to do.

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