Page 38 of Hateful Union

I walk up to the villa the girls just went in and knock on the door, it takes less than a minute for Raylee to open it. As soon as she sees me, those golden eyes of hers flash with surprise and then anger. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

My dick starts to stir as it does every time she throws her attitude my way. “I’m here to see you,” I tell her simply. It’s the fucking truth, the woman has me bowled over, Christian was right, I’m done. Raylee is mine.

“How the hell did you find out where I was.”

I grin at her, “I followed you.” I watch as she swallows harshly. “Yeah, I know what you’re doing, Raylee, and I’m fucking pissed.”

Her lips purse as she crosses her arms over her chest. Great, she’s going to be defiant. I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

This should be fun.

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Raylee

Iglare at the bastard. Three weeks. Three fucking weeks and he shows up unannounced—at my haven no less—and pissed atme? Well he can get in line, I’m fuming. How bloody dare he?

“What I do is none of your business,” I say through clenched teeth.

He leans in closer to me, his face inches from mine. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he grins, his voice filled with heat and lust. “You’re mine, Raylee, fucking mine. I know what you feel like when you come, I know what you sound like when you detonate, and I know the look that comes over your face when you do.”

Pain slashes through me. What the hell is he playing at? He doesn't get to do this. “I’m not yours. Just because you fucked me, once I may add, that doesn’t give you the right to act like a self-righteous prick. Go away, Malcolm.”

His gaze scans my face. “Ah,mo stór,” he whispers, his voice soft and filled with remorse. “I went to New York, my sister got married.”

I jut out my chin. “That’s nice,” I reply shortly, not giving a fuck where he was.

He reaches out, his hand curling around the back of my neck and he pulls me closer to him. His other arm closes in around my body, holding me to him. I stay stiff in his arms, I’ll not let him in, not again. Not ever.

“I thought the distance between us would help. I thought I could forget about you. My golden girl. I really did. But fuck, you’re constantly in my thoughts, every fucking one of them. I can’t get you off my mind.”

I sigh, as nice as it is that I’m not the only one that’s feeling this intenseness between us, I won’t let him hurt me again. But no matter what I say, he’s not going to leave. “What do you want?”

“What I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you, what I’ve been denying since then. I want you, Raylee. Nothing is going to change that. I want you in my life, in my bed, and any which way I can get you.”

I suck in a deep breath. He’s giving me fucking whiplash. One minute he wants me, the next he hates me. He really needs to make up his damn mind. “I can’t,” I whisper, if I let him in, he’s going to wreck me.

“Please, baby, give me a chance.” It’s that moment, with that plea, I know that I can’t deny him.

Before I’m able to answer him, I hear movement to my left and I turn in time to see Malcolm's friend and right-hand man, Christian, walking towards us. I pull out of Malcolm’s embrace and move back into the villa, leaving the door open so the men can come in when they’re ready. I make my way into the kitchen, Gabby’s instantly at my side.

“I heard,” she says softly so that only I can hear. “What are you going to do?”

I shrug, “I don’t know. I hate him, Gabs, for what he did to Mayer. I’m not sure that’s something I can ever forgive. But, I want him, I crave him. I just don’t know what to do.”

She wraps her arm around me and I sink into her side. “I can’t tell you what to do, Ray, but I will tell you that he was right in what he said to you before. If we had tried to help Mayer, we would have been dead too. Those men, they saved us and when you’re able to get past the anger and pain, you’ll see that too.”

“I do see that.” I’ve known that from the moment it happened. “But, Gabs, they could have done something to stop it.” And that’s something I can’t forget or forgive.

Her gaze goes to the open front door before sliding back to me, “That is something you’re going to have to ask him. I can’t answer that for you but, Ray, if you want him, go for it. Learn from Mayer’s death. Life is way too short. Grab it with both hands and live…”

I swallow hard. “Live wild,” I finish for her, saying the words of Mayer’s motto, that are also tattooed on my instep. He lived by it. He lived wild, hard, and fast. Whether it be women, drugs, or just life in general, Mayer lived it to the full and never looked back with regrets.

She nods, “I want you happy, Ray, I want us all to be happy. Our lives have been fucked up enough, let go of the fear and find the strength to push forwards.”

I stare at her in shock, someone has turned to team Malcolm. “How do I let go?” The fear I have locked inside, takes hold of me more than I’d like. It’s always there, I’m not sure I’m able to let it go.

Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, “I’m not sure, but I know if anyone can do it, you can.”

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