Page 27 of Malicious Desires

My heart races in anticipation. Seems some torture is on the cards tonight. You don’t cross a Montserrat or someone we care about without facing dire consequences. And in Ron Roberts case those consequences are torturous, and his death will be his reprieve.

“Thanks cuz, looking forward to playing with his sorry arse.”

“Anytime cuz, go make that fucker pay for hurting our Katee.” He frowns.

“You told her yet?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“You need to, Barth. Katee loves you, and I know it’s hurting you both hanging around this toxic hellhole.”

“Yeah, but I’m shit scared of putting my heart on the line and telling her I love her. It’s good with us, and I don’t want words to fuck up what we have.”

“Yeah, I get it cuz. But Katee’s your endgame.”

“I know. I’d fucking die protecting her.”

“Tell her cuz.”

“I will. After you take down the fucker who hurt her.”

I nod, chuckling as I stalk across the club towards my prey.

* * *

Stepping up behind him–just as Summer’s set is ending and the room is silent for a beat–I lean in and murmur in his ear, “Hi gorgeous, love the mohawk.”

He gasps, stumbling backwards, and then turns to face me. He eyes my body and then scoffs. “I don’t fuck guys.”

I laugh in response. “Wasn’t asking for a fuck.”

“Then why are you soliciting me with compliments?”

“Can’t a guy compliment another on a sick hairstyle?”

“Not if he’s straight.”

“You homophobic, Rob?”

He gasps, his mouth agape. I push it closed with my finger, laughing.

“How do you know my name?” he stammers, stumbling on his feet to get away from me.

I stalk closer, gripping his arm. “I know a lot about you, Rob.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“That you’re a regular here at my father’s club, and that you’re not a respectful patron.”

His eyes boggle, and he shakes his head, mumbling, “No. No. No. Fucking way.”

“You’ve heard of me?”

“Yeah, and I…I know you’re a fag.”

“Guilty, but at least I’m not a pathetic man like you.”

“I didn’t do anything to her that she didn’t ask for.”

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