Page 8 of Hateful Union

The slow smile that plays on her lips has my dick stirring. “Oh, Mally, wouldn’t you like to know.”

I resist the urge to grind my teeth. I fucking hate that name. I haven’t heard it since I was a child, it was something my ma used to call me until I told her to stop. I wink at her and the smile she has freezes on her gorgeous face. “Does he sell you too?”

Her knuckles go white and I’m surprised that blood hasn’t started to trickle from her palm with the force she’s clenching her hands But I see the confusion from my question in her eyes. “What do you want?” she snarls.

I’m fucking impressed by her. She hasn’t cowered back in fear, instead she’s looked me dead in the eye and gone toe to toe with me. Hell not even my men can do that.

“You, later…” I tell her and watch as the anger fires behind those magnificent eyes. “But until then, I’ll just enjoy fucking with you.”

She steps up to me so that she’s in my space, her lips inches from mine. I now realise that her tattoo says ‘Love, Cherish, Honor.’ She smells like wine and strawberries. My dick is rigid; I want to drag her to the bathroom and fuck her senseless.

“Malcolm.” Her voice husky as her lips brush against mine. “There’s absolutely no way in hell you’ll ever fuck with me.” Her finger trails across my jaw. “But it’ll be fun to watch you try.”

My hand clamps around her waist and I pull her closer to me. There’s no way she can’t feel how hard I am. “Wanna bet about that?” I ask, my lips brushing against the outer shell of her ear. I feel the shivers run through her body. “I bet that when I have you, you’ll ignite like fireworks. That it’ll be wild and passionate.”

“You must think you’re God’s fucking gift,” she says loudly. “You’ll never get me beneath you. You think I’m stupid? I’m just a tool for you to get to my family.”

Smart, sexy, and confident. She’s the full fucking package. Too bad she’s the daughter of a fucking animal.

She takes a step back, her smile as bright as it was when she walked over here. “Why don’t you two gentlemen have a wonderful evening. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again.” She reaches for her drink the bartender left on the bar and walks away. Not once does she glance back.

“Well fuck me,” Christian gripes. “I don’t know about you, but that woman is fucking lethal. Sexy, confident, and she’s not afraid of you.”

My dick is harder than it’s ever been. One thing is for sure, I will get to her and when I do, I’m going to fuck her so hard that she’ll be screaming my name and then, I’m going to break her.

4

Raylee

My legs are unsteady as I walk back to the table. Gabriella takes one look at me and her eyes narrow. My best friend knows me better than I know myself sometimes. I push my way past the throng of people who are gathered at our table. Mayer always seems to attract a crowd wherever he goes. I’m pretty sure that’s down to his father and mine being best friends. Mayer’s father, Ashton, is my father’s right-hand man.

“What happened?” Gabby hisses as soon as I sit down. “I saw you talking to that guy, what did he do?”

I shake my head as I try to calm the hell down. God, I’ve never felt so thrown by a guy before. I’ve never had someone stare at me with such want and need, yet, have such hatred for me. “It’s fine,” I tell her, “we’ll talk about it later.”

She stares at me for a beat, her gaze scrutinizing. “Fine,” she huffs, “but don’t think I’m letting this go. I want to know what that prick did to you. You’re never ruffled and that’s exactly what you are now.”

She’s right. Growing up surrounded by five overprotective brothers I’ve learned to hide my emotions as best as I can. The only people I ever let my guard down around are those that I love. I’ve been used so many times that I no longer trust anyone. So to ensure that I don’t get hurt, I shut myself off, keep my emotions hidden. That’s worked well, until him. Malcolm. Seems as though the man has a superpower. Pissing of the Silver family members.

“So, who is the hot bastard?” she questions as I finally begin to regain my composure.

I reach for my drink and take a sip, loving the coolness that hits my throat. “That,” I say with a smirk, “is Malcolm Gallagher.”

Gabby’s eyes widen and she glances towards the man in question. “Holy shit. No one said that the man was a sexy arsehole.”

I nod, yeah, that’s something a girl should have been warned about. Malcolm is beyond hot. The man is ruggedly handsome, his voice is gravelly and has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. When he whispered into my ear, it took everything in me not to whimper.

“You doing okay, Ray?” Mayer asks as he reaches for his beer, his gaze moving around the bar, he’s always looking for danger.

“Yep, just glad to be out of the house. I thought Dad was going to have a heart attack when I said I was going out.” That was an argument I could have done without, thank God for Mum, she made Dad see sense.

Gabby laughs, “I for sure thought he was going to have your brothers chaperone us. God, does anything say cock blocker more than those five, burly bastards?”

Mayer grins, he’s in a good mood today. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him so at ease. He’s working for Dad, he’s part of the organization and I know that whatever he’s seen and done weighs heavily on him. “Sorry, ladies, but tonight, I’m your cock blocker. I’ve promised your fathers that you’ll go home, alone.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but he just smiles wider. “I’ll get you both another drink, it’s the least I can do for spoiling your fun.”

“He looks better,” Gabby comments once he’s out of earshot. “Do you think it’ll last long?”

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