Page 21 of Hateful Union

This conversation is getting me nowhere. He's just so hell bent on getting back at my father for something I don't even think happens.

“Listen to me, Raylee, really listen to me.” The conviction in his voice has me standing still and looking at him. “Your father sells women. He owns whorehouses. He drugs the women and puts them to work against their will, anyone who disagrees with him gets sold.”

A sickening feeling hits the pit in my stomach. What if what he's saying is true? What if this really has happened?

“Who?” I ask him, needing to know who my father did this to.

He runs his hands through his hair. “Your father killed a woman I was dating.”

Why the fuck does that hurt me, knowing that he cared about someone enough to exact revenge. Why is that like a punch to my gut? I shouldn't care, but yet I feel jealousy, bitterness, and hurt.

“Your father killed Sienna.”

“Sienna?” I echo.

He nods, “Sienna Harrow. I dated her for a while.”

I shake my head. God, she was a fucking bitch. “She wasn't yours…” I tell him and watch as he goes rigid. “She was Mayer’s girlfriend. She disappeared a couple of months ago.”

Malcolm stares at me intently, confusion marring his handsome face. “What?”

“Mayer and Sienna had been dating since they were teenagers, fourteen or so. They were always on again, off again. I fucking hated her. She disappeared about six months ago. Mayer has been looking for her. I thought she would turn up at the funeral today, but she didn't. I just assumed she'd run away.”

Malcolm shakes his head. “No, she's dead. She was left in my office, wrapped up and neatly presented with a bow. She was Mayer’s girlfriend?” he asks me, his eyes narrowed in on me. Does he think I’d make this shit up?

I nod. “Yeah,” I say softly, knowing that it must be hard knowing that your girl belonged to someone else.

His jaw clenches. And he takes even more steps away from me. I don't know why I resent that. I hate the distance he’s built between us. I should fucking love it, love that he's not invading my space anymore, that he's not getting into my head, but I’m hurt that he's distancing himself.

“It's time for you to leave,” he rumbles.

I stare at him in disbelief. Is he for fucking real? After all he said tonight, all he's done. He wants me to leave?

“Raylee. Leave now,” he snaps.

I glare at the arsehole. I will not show that fucking prick that he’s hurt me yet again. “You know what, Malcolm? You really are a piece of shit. Leave me the hell alone. This revenge plan you’ve got, it’s not even right. You don't even know the full story. Do your fucking homework,” I hiss at him, beyond pissed right now.

“Sienna was never yours. She was Mayer's, always was. Whatever revenge you're looking for, isn’t fucking yours to get,” I snap at him and watch in satisfaction as his eyes widen. With that, I turn on my heels and storm out of his office.

I need Gabby.

The only way we’re going to find out if what Malcolm said about Dad is true, is by using her father's contacts. I want to know if the Silver organization has been hurting women like Malcolm said.

If they have. If it's true. I will rain holy hell on them. I will single-handedly bring down my family’s organization. And if it's not true, then I’m going to make sure Malcolm is brought down in the process.

One thing's for sure, whatever this mess is, Sienna is at the bottom of it.

9

Malcolm

Iwatch as she leaves. I shouldn’t be angry that she’s walking away I practically shoved her out the fucking door. I rake my hands through my hair. I’m fucking losing it. What is it with that woman? She gets to me. She’s gotten under my fucking skin and into my head.

There’s a knock on my office door and I shout for whoever it is to come in. Christian walks in, his head held high, his gaze questioning. “That woman is pissed,” he comments.

“You’re telling me something I already know,” I grind out, still fucking reeling from what she said.

“I wasn’t sure if it’s what you wanted, but I’ve asked Clint to tail her.”

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