Page 14 of Ruthless Malice

“I might have had a few in the ports. I can’t lie, but that was a long time ago, Lily. We all got a past so you gotta do better and tell me where this is really coming from, baby girl.”

That slender back that I stroked as I fucked her turns when she whirls around to snap at me.

“You used me, you sick fuck!You just used me to get leverage for the club. I heard the whole fucking thing. What, you didn’t think I heard you? I thought you were different, but you’re the worst of them all because you let me believe you were real. You let me fall in love with you.”

Her voice cracks and I try to hide the small smirk. I’ve already ‘snatched’ the pussy, as Snatch would say, so her waterworks display is secondary to me. I want that motherfucking seat and now we got that Savage Outlaw dick rider, Sheriff Hunter, on the ropes. I stroke my beard, wanting to be the cold-blooded monster I’m known for, but I feel something when she’s talking. Every time those sultry lips move, I want to shut her up with a kiss. I let her get the rage off her chest.

“You told me I remind you of your dead wife...you sick fuck!”

She doesn’t wait for my half-baked response as she jogs off with her drink to the other side of the club. I’m hungry for the prize I wanted in the first place. I turn my attention to Fiona, who’s sipping on her drink. I wish Lara would leave, and quicikly get my wish.

“Ugh, I’m with Lily. I’m out. Talk to you later, yeah?” Lara mutters to Fiona under her breath. I watch as her ass wiggles away. Snatch got himself a marvelous piece of pussy. I wondered how many of the Savage Outlaws would have taken a run at her if her father wasn’t an Outlaw.

“Hey, no problem,” Fiona replies softly.

“Yeah, run along and back over to Snatch.” I can’t resist calling after her. I have to throw one out on bait.

Lara doesn’t take it and keeps striding over to the other side.

Good, now this bitch is gone. It’s time to get to the meat and bones. I’m coming for Slash’s seat. He can’t stand a chance. Let me show you how a war vet gets down.

“Hey Fi, hate that you had to see that with Lily. You know I would never do that, right?” I say as I let the whiskey coat my throat.

Fiona stares down into her drink, tapping on the side of her glass. “Ah, it’s pretty bad, and I don’t know what’s between you two. I can only hope that’s not what you did, Bull.”

I smother my arrogant smirk by draining more of the alcohol. I take my time to put on my sympathetic face. “I would never,” I say quickly, wanting to bypass the bullshit.

“Welp, that’s good to hear, then. I haven’t spoken to Slash, but it must have been a firecracker of a meeting if she’s saying that. What went on in there?”

Bobbing my head, I pull through the strands of my beard. “Something like that, but it’s a turning point for the club. It’s what needs to happen. We got some hard evidence that I’ve been pushing for from Serenity police.”

Her eyes glaze over as she looks out at the floor where some of the crew are gathered on the other side of the room. I lower my voice and lean in so she can hear me. “Slash thinks he can run the club, but he’s not fit to be president. And trust, my darling, you don’t want your man being the president. No ma’am. All types of cooch are going to be throwing itself at him, and with his young dumb dick... it’s gonna be hard for him to say no, and all that’s going to do is cause you grief sweetheart. I know he hasn’t touched you yet, but trust me, I practically raised him. When are you going to turn eighteen?”

I make sure to speak with an extra cup of sweetness. If this were the story of Little Red Riding Hood, I would be that big, bad wolf. Women weren’t as sharp as they thought they were. I only put Fiona one rung above the whores that sniffed around the club for drugs and loose dick. Poor deprived hoes.

I drill my eyes into hers, letting her have it. I see the cracks, the flicker of doubt in her virtuous eyes. It’s the sweetest annihilation for me to really go hard and shake her down. The same way we used to break down prisoners of war in ’Nam. That shit worked a treat as my brain rewound the tape.

“You know you’re never going to see your family again, right? You can kiss them goodbye. It’s lights out.”There was no room for compassion on ’Nam’s killing floor, that was for sure. We would hold prisoners in rooms that were five by four, dowsing them in water, starving them of vital nutrients that allowed their brains to function. I didn’t get out scot-free. I had a couple of days myself of being held captive, which resulted in the pockmarked scars on my chest.

Fiona lifted me out of the old memory with her reply. “In two weeks.”

“Two weeks.” I caress my beard as if thinking, but most of all, I’m plotting on how to drive my point home to break her little heart. “That’s interesting. You better watch your step, darling, because that’s all Slash is waiting for. In two weeks, he’ll be all yours. Unless he becomes president—then you’ll have to share him with the club, the members, and the sluts that come with the territory. Do you understand what I’m saying here, honey?” I dig in a little further, playing with the puppet strings. I face my body into her, feeling her fear. All you need in an opponent is a shadow of doubt, then the rest reveals itself.

“Yeah, I get it Bull, I’m just...” She pauses for a minute, holding onto the last dregs of her drink. “I’m here for one reason—to get revenge against my father's killer.” Her eyes are focused out on the club floor. I don’t know what she’s looking at, but it’s not me.

“Yes! Yes, you absolutely should get revenge. Why haven’t you taken your revenge yet?” I growl in her ear.

Anger and fear — what a blend for me to harness. This bitch is clueless.

“I’m waiting for the right time...” she replies, naivete coating her voice. “Once that time comes, I’m going to send them straight to the depths of hell.”

Yeah, she probably has no idea who did it. Fucking dummy.

I swirl the last of what’s in my glass nonchalantly. “Timing is everything, kiddo. Listen, please, to Slash, I know you care about him and don’t want to see him get hurt. Convince him to back off the seat. Would you do that for me?” I’m thinking we’ve forged a connection, and she’s revealed her hand to me. Her mouth twists up into an answer, but an irritating voice cuts through from the other side of the room.

Snatch is over there with Lara. I commend her for taking her father out, but I don’t know what she thinks that’s going to accomplish. She can’t think she’s going to run that club. She doesn’t have the smarts to do it. Easier for me to dominate the region and set this club in the right direction. “Aye! Bull, get over here, man. Come on over.” Snatch beckons me and I wrap up my little pow-wow with Fiona.

“Have a good hard think about what I’ve told you. It’s for the greater good of the club. Can you do it?” I ask her one more time before walking off.

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