Page 11 of Hateful Union

She moves away to do as I ask. Footsteps shuffle towards me and I snap my head in their direction. Snarling at the fucking prick that’s looking casual as can be, his face void of emotion as though this is an everyday occurrence for him.

“It’s time for you to leave.” I can’t watch my words, I’m unable to keep the anger from my tone.

Malcolm sighs, scrubbing his hand across his jaw, “Raylee.” The softness in his voice is my undoing.

I can’t do this. It’s too fucking much. “Fuck. What the hell do you want, Malcolm? Isn’t this enough?” I shout, the pain and anger seeping through me. “Isn’t having me watch my best friend die in front of me enough? Have I not suffered enough?” I don’t even look at him, I keep my eyes on the man that’s dead in front of me. It was never meant to go this way. We were meant to be friends until we were old and grey. Until we were in an old people’s home and racing around in our wheelchairs. That’s what he promised. The three of us, Mayer, Gabby, and I. We were meant to be friends forever. It was the pact we made when we were ten.

I hear Malcolm’s footsteps get even closer. “Just. Fucking. Go,” I push out, needing him to leave. I’m so fucking close to breaking. I turn and look at the bastard that made this worse. I can’t keep the snarl from my lips. “Whatever you have planned for me, it can wait.”

I turn my head back to the man who gave his life to protect mine. The man who has been a constant in my life since I was a baby. The man who I thought of as another brother. Thankfully, Malcolm’s footsteps move away.

Mayer. God. He’s gone and it’s all my fault.

I press my forehead against his, not caring about the blood that stains his face. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper as the tears finally flow. “Mayer, I’m so fucking sorry.”

The noise that bursts from my lips can only be described as painful. I close my eyes and hold on tight as body-wracking sobs take over.

5

Malcolm

Her tears gut me, the sobs that tear through her body hit me in a way I never expected. There’s something about Raylee that has me wanting her, needing her. It’s a fierce attraction. But she’s a fucking Silver. That’s something that I will not look past.

“Boss, it’s time to go,” Christian instructs.

“Not yet,” I tell him, as we move into the shadows. “They could come back.” And when they do, they’ll not stop until they kill her. That’s something I cannot allow.

Christian shifts beside me, my gaze firmly on the beauty that’s currently holding onto the arsehole that has killed and raped many women. Mayer Banks is the son of Harry’s right-hand man. Mayer along with his father and Harry stole, bought, and bullied women into working for them. They took whatever they wanted from the women in their stable and did not give a fuck how the men that paid to have them, treated them.

Mayer deserved the death he received. But looking at Raylee, the trembling lips, the vacant look that those beautiful, golden eyes hold, it’s clear to see that she cared a great deal about the arsehole. Yet again, I’m wondering just how far in the Silver organization this woman is.

A black Sedan rolls to a stop and within seconds the doors open and Bentley Silver is running towards his sister.

“Come on, Ray,” he says, his words soft, but in the silent night I’m able to hear him.

Raylee shakes her head, her luscious locks falling around her face. “I can’t…” she yells, her voice cracking. “I can’t leave him, Bent.”

Raylee’s friend whimpers as Kiro Silver picks her up and carries her to the car.

“I know, Ray-Ray, I know, but we’ve got to get you up, you’re covered in blood.” This is a side to Bentley that I have not seen, nor heard about. The caring nature for his sister is clear to see, the way his eyes have softened as he looks at her, the worry he has.

Breaking Raylee is definitely the way to get to the Silvers.

“He protected me, Bent. He died and it’s all my fault.” The tortured words that come from her has my stomach dropping.

She thinks this is her fault. That she’s the reason that piece of shit is dead? Fuck no.

“Come on, Ray, Dad and Ashton are on their way.”

But as Bentley says the words, two more cars pull up outside the bar. I’m hidden well enough in the shadows that no one can see me. It’s the way I like it at the moment. I get to see the Silvers in a new light and also get to watch what they’ll do when they find out who killed Mayer Banks.

Wayne, the eldest of the Silver siblings glances to his other brothers. “Find out what the fuck happened,” he demands. He, like Bentley, is standing guard, watching over their sister, worry etched in their faces, but they’re ready to kill if anyone tries to come for them.

“Raylee?” Harry barks and yet his daughter doesn’t react, her gaze still firmly on Mayer’s dead body. Her hands running through his hair. She’s moved him so that his head is on her lap. God, she’s fucking killing me watching her in pain.

“Baby,” Harry whispers as he crouches down beside her. No one is talking, they're unable to take their eyes off the scene playing out. The grief and fury is present in every single one of those fuckers’ faces. They deserve this pain. They brought it on themselves.

You do not fucking sell women. You do not rape them.

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