Page 21 of All's Fair in Love & Wrath

Sin: What?

Malice: She woke up while I was watching her sleep

Chaos: Are you shitting me right now?

Malice: Sir! We don’t talk about bathroom habits in the group chat!

Sin: That’s not what that means buddy

Me: Tell us you didn’t break into her house

Malice: I didn’t break into her house

Chaos: Turn your fucking tracker on and get back to the clubhouse. I can’t lose any more brothers

Me: We heard from Sienna’s brother. There’s info and movement.

Malice: Who’s Sienna?

Me: The fucking waitress in Autumn Bay

Malice: Fuck I knew that. Post nut clarityisn’t coming

Chaos: Jesus Christ what did you do?

Malice: Not her if that’s what you’re worried about

Sin: Get your ass back here

Malice: On my way

We wait for Malice to return from wherever the hell he is, and every minute it takes him to get here, I get more and more heated. Chaos won’t relay the information until we’re all together, so I’m forced to sit here and wait. I understood why Saint only wanted to talk to Chaos, the whole hierarchy of the club, but I’m angsty, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Saint has access that we don’t, and this could be the way to Garrett for the club, and for me to get my hands on Cain. After the things he did to Sienna, I won’t be able to rest easy until I’ve ripped him limb from fucking limb. I don’t care what it takes, Cain will repent for what he did to her.

Malice finally pushes open the double bay doors like he doesn’t have a care in the world, based on the condition of his clothes. I roll my eyes, slightly frustrated with the fucker, but glad he looks . . . happy? It beats him sauntering into the clubhouse with blood on his hands . . . or all over his body.

“Put yourself together, fucker. At least button and zip up the damn pants after you’ve fucked,” I snap at him.

“I didn’tfuck. At least, I didn’t fuckher. Like I said. I fucked my hand. Have you ever come on flowers? I wonder if it’ll help them grow or if it’ll kill them.” What the fuck did he just ask me? “What?” He shrugs, his eyebrows pinching together, head cocking off to the side in genuine confusion.

“Do I even want to ask?”

“Ask what?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. I drop my head backward to look up atthe ceiling while I take a deep breath, so I don’t start a fight with him. Better to indulge him sometimes than to judge. “I know I’m gonna regret this. Why are you blowing your load on flowers, Mal?”

“Where else was I going to let it go? I was jerking off on the side of her house.” Holy shit, not the answer I was expecting.

“Mal, what the fuck, dude? Did she know?”

“I’m not going to kiss and tell, good sir. I am a gentleman!”

“For fuck’s sake. You’re a twisted fuck.”

“That’s rich coming from you. Everyone here has seen that beast you’re packing. Have you thought about decorating it?” Malice says as he tries to palm my junk. I bat his hand away, taking a few steps back.

“What?”

“Piercings,” he says bluntly as he starts to unbutton his jeans. “Like these.”