Page 90 of Malicious Intentions

I love getting my hands dirty just as much as Zayne, Jaxson, Luca, Ryker, and Trent.

Zayne echoes my thoughts. “He’s a dead man but too stupid to know it. He’ll figure it out when he dies a slow, violent death.” He stares at Shane briefly before he leans into my ear. “You want him on the mats?”

I smirk, shaking my head. “No. I want him outside. Alone. This is going to be vile and bloody.” I stick my hand in my pocket, feeling the brass knuckles I brought. These matches can get crazy, so I’m always prepared.

Zayne’s malicious smirk matches mine. “Consider it done.”

A smile curlsmy lips as Trent jumps in the air, his fist landing against Owen’s nose so hard his head snaps back. Blood sprays in the air, hitting Sophia and Lexi.

I spin Lexi around, figuring she’ll be appalled by the blood on her. Instead, she giggles and shrugs. “Oops. I got a little messy.”

I pull out the tissues in my pocket and wipe her face. “You don’t seem bothered.”

She shrugs. “I thought I would be. Your world must be corrupting me faster than I imagined.” She winks at me. “I want Trent to beat Owen’s ass for the shit he’s done.” Disgust curls her lips as she glares at Owen, who Trent is pummeling. “He’s such a fucking asshole. I wish Sophia could get on the mats and get a few shots in, too.”

I glance up in time to see Trent’s kick connecting with Owen’s stomach, knocking him flat on the mats.

Lexi spins around as the cheering grows louder, grabbing Sophia’s hand and then mine, jumping up and down. “He won!” she shouts, throwing her fist in the air.

He won’t be the only winner tonight.My gaze cuts to Shane. Things are about to get very bloody.

“Areyou sure you wanna witness this?” My gaze drops to my Lexi, tucked securely beneath my arm as we stroll out of the abandoned warehouse. The dim light of the parking lot highlights a spot of Owen’s blood I missed by her right ear.

Stopping, I pull a tissue from my jeans pocket. I spit on it to dampen it, then wipe it over the spot. “Don’t want another asshole’s blood on you, bellissima. Onlymine.”

She shivers, lifting on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to mine. “Only yours. But I’d better be the one making you bleed. If anyone else tries to hurt you, I’ll kick their ass.”

Goddamn.My dick throbs inside my jeans, and I temporarily forget everything else.I love it when she’s protective and possessive of me.

Movement behind us draws my attention from my thoughts and back to my mission. Lexi follows my gaze, her face paling as she looks at Shane.

A slight shiver goes through her. I wrap her tighter in my embrace, hating the pain clouding her mocha eyes.

I’m enraged that she’s hurting like this. The urge to rush over to Shane and beat the shit out of him turns the world red.

I scold the beast inside.Patience. You have a plan.

My hands squeeze her ass, a promise shining in my irises. “I’m gonna violently end that fucking bastard’s life.” My eyes dart back and forth between hers, my hands cupping her face. “Are you sure you wanna watch?”

There’s zero hesitation as she confidentially nods. “Positive.” Her lips crush against mine, kissing me with such passion, promise, and reckless desire that I know she means every word.

We’re both breathing heavily when we finally part.

“Let’s go, bellissima.”

Her eyes glow with confidence as she squeezes my hand. “Let’s fucking go, Evan.”

Shane is on his knees,sobbing and begging for his life, while I slowly pace around him. The metallic scent of his blood hangs heavy in the air, the thick, viscous substance clinging to my sweaty, shirtless torso.

Lexi stands between Sophia and Devyn, the guys flanking them, laughing and cheering at the way I’ve tortured and beaten Shane.

“Then what did you do to her?” Spittle flies from my lips as I glower at him. My nostrils flare, and my muscles tense from anger and anticipation. Either he lies, and I beat the shit out ofhim, or he tells the truth, and I’m infuriated and beat the shit out of him.

“P-P-Please.” His eyes plead with mine, blood running from his nose, mouth, and the cuts on his forehead and cheeks. “S-S-Stop.”

My laugh is dark and maniacal. “Begging for me to stop.”

My eyes cut to the beautiful brunette standing nearby, my crowd of friends flanking her protectively. Although it’s dark this deep in the woods, the open area allows enough moonlight to filter through, and I see the pain in her eyes.

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