Page 16 of Hateful Union

I hate him and yet my body yearns to be closer to him. Having had the little interaction we’ve had, it’s crazy how attracted to him I am, but there’s not a chance in hell I’d ever act on it.

Malcolm Gallagher is a motherfucking bastard. Cocky, arrogant, and deranged.

I don’t understand why he wants to fuck with me. Why he wants to hurt me. Make my life a misery. I don’t know the man, and the little I do know about him, I know that he’s a bastard. Yet, he has it in his head that he’s going to play with me.

Once the funeral is over, Gabby tugs on my hand and leads me towards the exit. Of course, Malcolm has other plans. He makes a beeline for us.

“Ladies,” he says smoothly, his gravelly voice washes over me, my nipples harden and my stomach clenches.

“Mally,” I fire back, knowing that this prick is here to play mind games. What he doesn’t realise is that I can play them too.

His nostrils flare and his eyes swirl with anger, but he takes a deep breath and the anger vanishes. “Were you close to Mayer?”

Hearing him say his name makes me want to throat punch him. How fucking dare he? “Yes, he was like a brother to me. My protector. I owed him more than I could have ever repaid.”

His brows furrow as though he’s trying to make sense of what I said. Fuck him. He does not get to act this way.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Gallagher?”

Gabby releases my hand and moves away, no doubt going in search of either my father or one of my brothers.

The bastard takes a step forwards so that he’s invading my personal space. He towers over me, his head bent as he looks down on me. Fucking arsehole, thinking he’s better than me. “Wanted to check up on you,” he admits, leaving me stunned. “You’re either a fucking good actress or you’re stupidly naïve.”

I roll my eyes, “Whoa, you must be a real hit with the ladies, Mally. You managed to sound real sweet there for a second, then your arseholeness came rushing back. I am not a fucking actress nor am I naïve and fuck you for thinking I’m either.”

His brows practically hit his hairline. “Hit a nerve did I, darling?”

“Are you always this much of a prick?” I question, not really understanding what the fuck he’s doing.

He flashes me a panty-dropping smile and my heart stutters, fuck. Why the hell does he affect me so much? “Only with you, darling, only with you.”

I sigh, “You’re wasting your time. I have nothing you need.”

That smile turns into a feral grin, his eyes darkening with anger. “That’s where you’re wrong, Raylee, you are exactly what I need. You’re the perfect revenge.”

Motherfucker. Hasn’t he caused me enough pain?

“You’re hardly one to talk about revenge. You’re part of the reason that Mayer’s buried here,” I hiss at him, loving the way his eyes widen slightly. “You want to use me to get to those I love. Well fuck you and get in line. You’re not the first and you’ll not be the last. But you…” I snap, pushing my finger into his chest. “You are going to go down and when you do, I’ll be standing there with a fucking smile.”

What he did, the part that he played in Mayer’s death. He deserves to pay. I’m the one that’s going to ensure that he does.

That means it’s time to fight fire with fire.

There’ll only be one winner in this fight.

I’m playing to win and I never fucking lose.

7

Malcolm

Even with her puffy bloodshot eyes and pale face, she’s still by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame about her fucking mouth. The woman has no fucking caution at all. She doesn’t care that I’d kill for less, but she keeps pushing.

I can’t help but smirk at her words. “Oh, little girl,” I whisper, knowing that the time I have to play with her right now is almost up. “You have no idea who you’re fucking playing with. You think what happened to your friend was the end?” I shake my head, she has no fucking clue. “You Silvers are all the same.”

She bares her teeth, her lips curling into a snarl. “The same?” She shakes her head, “You fucking arrogant, motherfucking bastard,” she curses. “You don’t know me, Malcolm.” Her voice soft. Too fucking soft. “You think you have this all worked out, but you’re so far from the truth.”

I raise a brow, “Oh really?” I drawl. I shouldn’t believe her. But fuck me, I do.

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