Page 5 of Hateful Union

He runs his hand through his hair, he’s aggravated. “No, you do not get involved in this business.”

“Dad’s pissed that you were arrested, have you spoken to him since they released you?” Dad has the best legal defense money can buy and Bentley didn’t spend more than four hours being interrogated.

“No, but he’s got more important things to worry about. Namely, that motherfucking arsehole, Malcolm,” he growls and starts to pace.

Ah, the ever present Malcolm Gallagher. Something that has been the main topic of conversation for the past six months. He’s gotten inside each and every single one of my family's heads. My dad in particular. In the past three years, Malcolm has become one of the biggest players in Spain. His family has made a splash worldwide. Their business is expansive. Malcolm heads up Spain, his father, Denis, heads up Ireland and Northern Ireland. The eldest son of Denis is the leader of the United Kingdom, and then the rest of the family are located in the US. They’re a force to be reckoned with.

Dad has had a hard on for Malcolm since he heard that the Irish arsehole was expanding further into mainland Spain. Dad knew it was only a matter of time before they butted heads. I guess the time has come, the Gallaghers are here to take over my father's territory.

Today has just been one huge mess after the other. I woke up to my dad shouting and my mum trying to calm him down. Of course that didn’t work, and since then the hits have kept on coming. Yet something about seeing Malcolm Gallagher, stirred feelings inside of me. Hatred, yes, but also emotions that I haven’t felt before. Almost like a longing. I’ve vowed to steer clear of the ruggedly handsome Irish man. He’s bad fucking news and there’s no way I'm getting tangled up in that mess.

“What’s wrong with you today, anyway?” Bentley asks. Out of my five brothers he’s the one that I’m closest to, even if he has got anger issues.

“I wasn’t accepted into Sorbonne Université.” I try to make my voice sound even, but it doesn’t work, sympathy seeps into Bentley’s eyes. “It’s fine, I was just hoping that I could get away from here for a bit.”

His lips thin as his eyes narrow. “What do you mean get away? Go where?”

Fuck.Wrong thing to say.

“Do you know how hard it is to be seen as Raylee? Not Harry Silver’s daughter. Or the crazy arsehole’s sister. I hate people, Bent, I fucking hate them because no one ever wants to know me. They all want to get close to you and the boys, or Dad.”

Tears sting my eyes and I will them not to fall. I should be used to this shit. It’s been happening for most of my life. I’m seen as the weak link in the family, I’m the one that guys try to sleep with in hopes of becoming part of the Silver organization. I’m tired of it.

“Who?” he barks out, causing me to glare at him. He should know damn well that tone does not work on me. “Raylee, please.” He softens his voice and crap, I always give in to him when he’s sweet. “Who’s treating you like this?”

“It doesn’t matter who, Bent, they all do it.”

The front door opens and I sigh when I see Wayne, Francis, Jake, and Kiro walk in, Dad strolling in behind them.

“Did we interrupt something?” Jake questions as he glances between Bentley and I.

“Raylee wants to move out.” Bent announces and I gasp, the traitorous bastard!

“What the fuck?”

“Why the hell would you want to do that?”

“Not fucking happening.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Keep dreaming.”

Those are the responses that I get from my family. God, no one can talk one at a time, they all just scream over each other.

“God, will you please stop!” I plead with them. “I didn’t say I was moving out. I applied for college.”

They all blink at me, their expressions morphing from pissed off to impressed. Dad nods, “That’s good, baby, so where are you going?” The smile he has is solely reserved for me, as much as my father gets angry he has never hurt me, he’ll deny it until his dying breath, but I’m his favourite.

“Nowhere, yet. The college I applied for turned me down.”

Dad’s eyes narrow. “Well that’s fucking bullshit. Anyone who turns you down is a fucking moron. Don’t worry, Ray, there’ll be better places.”

“You should ask her where she applied…” Bentley inputs and I ball my fists up. God, the arsehole is seriously pushing me today.

Mum walks into the house and comes to an abrupt stop, she does a sweeping glance around the room and narrows her eyes in on Bentley.

“What?” Great, Dad’s back to his overprotective stance again. “Where did you apply?”

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