Malice's Possession Part 3

"Besides, we both know Marx wouldn't have followed through with actually asking her if she wanted to sell her body. He may have a sick and f.u.c.ked-up sense of humor, but he wouldn't further hurt a woman. He takes care of his girls just as well as we take care of ours," Rock said. "I mean he asked us to take them back to River Run so they will be safe."

Malice knew as much, but that wouldn't have changed how he acted anyway. The need to say something when that had been brought up had been fierce and strong, and if he had it to do over all over again he would have done it the exact same way. "The conversation regarding Adrianna is over."

Rock c.o.c.ked a brow and lifted his hands in surrender. "Consider it ended."

They all stood there for a few moments, and although there was this heavy silence among them, it was all on Malice's end. The door beside him opened, and he looked over to see Adrianna walking out. The only thing that looked different about her was that she had put her long dark hair in a ponytail. His fingers itched as if they had a mind of their own to push away the stray piece of her bangs that blew across her forehead. She stopped, not seeing him right away, and the scent of her filled his nose. It was that same light floral aroma that had his pulse increasing, his c.o.c.k hardening, and a slew of filthy f.u.c.king things slamming into his head.

"Ready?" she asked in a low voice.

Malice nodded and pushed off the wall. His t-s.h.i.+rt was untucked, so at least he had that going for him to hide his semi-hard c.o.c.k. "Yeah, come on." He walked over to Ruin. "Let me have the van keys. I don't want her riding on the back of my bike injured like she is."

Ruin grabbed the keys out of his front pocket and handed them over.

Malice turned and gestured for Adrianna to follow him. They walked to the van, and he opened the door for her. He didn't miss the wince that covered her face, and so he wrapped his hands around her waist and gently lifted her into the seat.

"Thank you." The way she looked at him sideways, the lower half of her face partially s.h.i.+elded by her shoulder, made her look innocent and alluring all in the same breath.

He didn't respond, but nodded and shut the door. Making his way around the front of the van he climbed in, started the engine, and told him that leaving her like she wanted was the best thing to do ... wasn't it?

Chapter Seven.

They sat in silence as Malice drove them back into the square of town. Adrianna didn't bother trying to strike up a conversation, because her mind was focused on what her next step would be once Malice was gone and she was alone. She did think about his offer for a job, but how smart was it to go with a man she knew nothing about, was in a motorcycle club, and had told her that he would be delivering some kind of retribution to Phillip, if she hadn't already killed him? She was a wreck mentally, was emotionally unstable, and didn't think just leaving with him would solve any of the problems she currently had. But it wasn't just that. She had a lot of s.h.i.+t that he surely didn't need dropped in his lap. She already had enough worries and drama in her life, and getting involved in something else, even if he had been nothing but kind to her, was probably not a step in the right direction.

They finally got into town fifteen minutes later, and Malice pulled the van to a stop at the curb in front of the bank. For a moment she didn't know what to say. Did she tell him goodbye? It seemed so ungrateful to just leave this way, but it wasn't like she had a relations.h.i.+p with him or his club. She had known him less than twenty-four hours. Surely he had a life to get back to, maybe even had a wife or girlfriend and children? Turning so she was partially facing him, she licked her lips and saw the way he had a tight hold on the steering wheel. "Thank you so much for the ride, and for everything else." Looking away from him and out the pa.s.senger side window she saw a few people walk into the bank. "Please tell everyone else I said thank you, and if not for you and them I would probably be dead right now." She heard him grind his teeth and glanced at him again. "I tried finding the other guys to tell them thank you as well, but the inside of the club was deserted."

He was watching her, but still had that white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. "No problem. I'll let them know." He smiled, but it looked a little forced. "You sure this is what you want?"

She nodded. "I don't know if it is what I want, but it seems like the smartest thing to do right now."

He nodded. "You take care of yourself." He s.h.i.+fted so he could grab something out of the inside of his leather vest. It looked like a small piece of paper. He grabbed a pen from the center console and wrote something down on it before handing it over.

Adrianna held the small slip of paper in her hand and looked down at the phone number written in a masculine scrawl on it. "Your phone number." She didn't state it like a question. He would never know how much those ten digits would mean to her.

"You need anything at all just call." He nodded once more and faced the front once more.

"Thank you again." She reached out and placed her hand on his bare forearm, felt the hard muscles clench under her touch, and felt the tendrils of desire fill her. She quickly took her hand back because her desires were unwarranted and totally inappropriate given the situation. She grabbed the door handle, about to leave all of this behind her, when a sight from across the street had her stilling. Coming out of the convenience store was Phillip. He had a stark white bandage wrapped around the side of his neck, but other than that he seemed fine. Had she totally thought she hurt him far worse than she actually had? She must have, because compared to her he looked in fit condition. Her hand not holding onto the door shook slightly, but it wasn't because she was afraid of Phillip, not really. Her nerves were already shot, and seeing him walking around and laughing with the woman he was with was kind of a relief. She had worried she had killed him, and despite all the things he had done to her, and how she had fought to stay alive, having someone's death on her hands was still a heavy burden.

It seemed like the world might have stopped and gone in slow motion for as long as she stared at Phillip and the half-dressed woman he was with. But then everything came rus.h.i.+ng back when strong fingers pressed into her jaw and she was forced to look at Malice. He wore this very concerned expression on his face. She saw his mouth moving, but there was this buzzing in her ears and she couldn't hear anything aside from that. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Phillip start to walk toward them. Although he was across the street and wouldn't be able to tell that she was in the pa.s.senger's side, or at least she hoped not, this fear that he would still be able to sense her like he was some kind of rabid animal filled her.

"Adrianna? Christ, what in the h.e.l.l is the matter?"

Malice's deep voice finally came through the buzzing in her head, and she blinked rapidly. Not telling him that Phillip was right across the street was at the forefront of her mind, but she knew that was foolish. Malice deserved to know why she was acting like a freak. But when she looked over at the p.r.i.c.k that was acting like she hadn't affected him in the horrifying way he had changed her, the tears from her anger burned hot in the corner of her eyes. She glanced at Malice again to answer, but she saw that his focus was on Phillip. He obviously wouldn't know who he was just by looking, but she could see how clenched his jaw was, heard the sound of his rapid, harsh breathing, and saw that he kept clenching and unclenching his hand. He knew. "Malice?" She said his name softly, and after a few seconds he finally turned her way.

"That's him," he said between clenched teeth, but she didn't need to nod or verbally tell him that it was Phillip because she could see in his grey eyes that the knowledge was already there.

Adrianna didn't know what she expected him to do, but reaching into his cut and getting his phone out wasn't one of them. He dialed a number and put the phone to his ear. After a moment he told someone to meet them at the bank. She looked over at Phillip again and saw him going into the one and only bar in Fairview. It was barely nine in the morning, but he had always been thirsty no matter the time of day.

"Stay in the van, Adrianna," Malice said in a hard, cold voice. He looked at her again, and she swallowed roughly.

She thought he was going to climb out of the vehicle and go after Phillip, but he didn't move. "What are you going to do?"

He shook his head and focused on the bar across the street. "Nothing that doesn't need to be done."

His cryptic words had her stomach tightening. But Adrianna didn't move, and she sure as h.e.l.l didn't try to get out of the van. She felt safe with Malice, and the thought of leaving that feeling and his side, especially with Phillip just across the street, was not a step she was going to take. By the time the sound of a motorcycle pierced her thoughts it had been almost twenty minutes later. The time had seemed to stand still as she sat beside Malice in this very uncomfortable silence. The man she had heard Malice call Rock pulled his bike to the curb right in front of the van. He took off his helmet, and his s.h.a.ggy blond hair stood up around his hair. He had dark sungla.s.ses on, and when he turned she could see ink coming up from under the collar of his s.h.i.+rt and leather vest.

"I'll be right back." Malice was out before she could even respond.

Adrianna watched him walk over to Rock, who was dismounting off his bike. They spoke too softly for her to hear what was being said even though the windows were open, but even if she hadn't seen Rock look over at the bar she knew they were speaking about Phillip. After a few minutes it wasn't Malice that came back to the van and sat in the driver's side, but Rock. She looked at him for a minute, wondering what was going on and if she should even ask. But right when she opened her mouth Rock started the engine and put the van in reverse.

"Malice has some business to take care of but will meet us back at the clubhouse."

"But my money, Phillip, and will Malice be okay-"

Rock shook his head. "Don't worry about any of that right now. I was just told to take you back to the club, and I'm not about to argue with Malice."

She was so stunned that she didn't even argue. She looked at Malice and saw that he was watching her. But he didn't stare at her long. He turned and walked across the street and right into the bar that Phillip had gone in.

Leaving Adrianna like that without a word on what he was doing hadn't been the cla.s.siest move, but then again Malice wasn't a cla.s.sy type of guy. He acted first and thought about the repercussions later. Right now he wanted to beat the s.h.i.+t out of that f.u.c.king little p.r.i.c.k that had hurt Adrianna. She might not have come out and told him that it was him across the street, but her body's reaction, and the way she looked like a deer caught in the headlights told him his answer. So, without thinking and just calling Rock over to take Adrianna back to the clubhouse, Malice had made his way to the bar.

He pulled the door open and stepped inside the dark smoky room. Some sappy country song played overhead, and although it was only a little after nine in the morning there were a few guys already at the bar with beers in front of them. Malice waited for his vision to clear, and then scanned the bar until he saw the motherf.u.c.ker that was currently whispering in some s.k.a.n.k's ear. Malice lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on the man that would soon see what it felt like to be at the mercy of someone bigger than him. Blood pumped hard and fast through him, and the testosterone and endorphins that moved through his veins made his muscles swell with the need for violence. Malice took a step forward, but when the action caused a floorboard to creak under his weight it had the patrons in the bar to stop what they were doing and stare at him as if they had just realized his presence. Just as quickly as they looked at him they turned back to their drinks. But the one person that he had all of his attention on hadn't even so much as blinked in Malice's direction.

Malice moved further into the room, and kept going until he was only a foot away from Phillip. Malice stood there for several seconds as the girl on Phillip's lap giggled and ran her fingers over the collar of his jacket. But Malice didn't move, didn't even breathe as he waited for this b.a.s.t.a.r.d to realize he wasn't alone. His knuckles ached from clenching his hands so tightly, and when Phillip finally looked over at him, Malice let a s.a.d.i.s.tic smile cover his face. All the things he wanted to do to this b.a.s.t.a.r.d played through his mind.

"What the f.u.c.k you want?" There was an almost disgusted tone in Phillip's voice, and Malice knew this guy thought he was some kind of big s.h.i.+t in this town. And maybe he was, but Malice didn't give a f.u.c.k either way. He didn't know Malice, but he would know soon enough what he was capable of.

Malice could have said a bunch of s.h.i.+t in response, but he didn't bother. This little p.r.i.c.k would know plenty once Malice was finished with him.

Phillip pushed the woman off of his lap and slowly stood. "Is there something on your mind, a.s.shole?"

Malice looked at the bandage that was wrapped around the side of Phillip's neck, and his already turbulent emotions went even higher. He wanted blood, wanted to break this f.u.c.ker's bones, and wanted to do it all because he had dared to hurt Adrianna. "Looks like you ran into some bad luck." He didn't phrase it like a question, and when his gaze locked with Phillip's it was to see the little a.s.shole was grinning.

"This?" He pointed to his neck, and then shrugged. "The cause of this problem will be dealt with very soon."

They stared at each other in silence for several seconds, and Malice could feel the other man's anger as if it was his own. Good, he wanted this motherf.u.c.ker to be p.i.s.sed, because there was no satisfaction in a fight that wasn't two-sided.

"So, unless you got something else to say instead of trying to sweet-talk me and delving into my business, I suggest you move the h.e.l.l along."

Malice forced himself to relax his hands and turn around and go to the bar. He'd wait this p.r.i.c.k out, and when he did confront him they wouldn't have an audience. The pain he delivered to Phillip would be a pleasure that rivaled all others. He rested his forearms on the scarred counter of the bar and ordered a gla.s.s of water. The mirror right in front of him reflected the numerous bottles of liquor, but also gave him an un.o.bstructed view of Phillip. He went back to necking with the bleached blonde woman, but after a shot of whiskey and a beer to chase it down, Phillip stood and all but pulled the blonde out with him. He did glance at Malice before he left, and that had Malice's blood pumping harder and faster as his heart rate increased. Normally he just f.u.c.ked someone up that needed a good a.s.s kicking. He didn't wait and didn't care about people watching it, but this wasn't his town, and he needed to watch his step, especially with all the c.r.a.p happening with the protesters and prost.i.tutes. Pus.h.i.+ng away from the counter and heading out, he saw Phillip get into a newer Suburban. He went over to Rock's bike, and once he had his helmet on and the engine started he pulled onto the road and followed Phillip's SUV. He didn't even care if the douche saw him following him. In fact, Phillip would have to be a f.u.c.king moron because Malice wasn't making it a secret that he was keeping on the a.s.s of his SUV.

It didn't matter where this a.s.shole was going, because Malice would follow him. He needed to see this guy hurt, needed to picture all the pain Adrianna had gone through in his head as he slammed his fist into Phillip's face. He continued to follow him for another five minutes. He dropped the blonde off at some broken down trailer in one of the older neighborhoods in town, and continued to drive for another ten minutes. The road became more country, and finally Phillip pulled the SUV onto the shoulder. The way he pulled the vehicle off the side of the road had the tires kicking up dust and debris. Malice pulled up behind him, cut the engine, and climbed off his bike just as Phillip opened the car door and slammed it shut.

"You f.u.c.king get up in my d.a.m.n face at the bar for no apparent reason, and now you're following me?" Phillip breathed hard, and his chest rose up and down harshly. He wasn't a small guy, but compared to Malice's six-foot-three height and beefy frame he looked like an annoying gnat.

"You and I have some unfinished business that needs to be taken care of."

Phillip looked confused for a moment and then shook his head. "I don't even know who the h.e.l.l you are, so you and me have no f.u.c.king unfinished business." Phillip wiped his nose, and Malice could see the guy was tweaking. His eyes were glossy, his nose red from probably doing some b.u.mps of c.o.ke in the car, and he was twitching off and on.

"No, that is where you are wrong. We do have some s.h.i.+t that needs to be taken care of."

"I run this G.o.dd.a.m.n town, and if I had a beef with you I think I'd f.u.c.king know about it."

"It doesn't matter who you are in this town, or what you run." Malice ground out and took a step closer. "You did something disgusting, hurt someone that shouldn't have been touched, and now it's time you feel what it's like to get the s.h.i.+t kicked out of you. Maybe next time you'll think about putting your hands on a woman, especially Adrianna." Others would definitely say this was a crazy thing for Malice to do, and that taking retaliation for a woman he just met yesterday was out of left field. But the truth was he would have defended any woman that was hurt the way Adrianna was. But there was also something very delicate and innocent about her, something that had this very fierce side of him wanting to destroy anyone that thought about even coming close to her.

Phillip didn't answer, but the dark look that covered his face was confirmation enough that things were about to get dirty. "That f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h had what was coming to her." He pointed to his bandaged neck. "And this s.h.i.+t isn't going to be forgotten, not until I show her that she needs to learn her place." Phillip reached behind him, but Malice was on him before he could get the gun that was most likely tucked in the waistband at the small of his back.

He tackled Phillip to the ground and slammed his fist into the side of his head. The sight of blood that started to pour out of his nose had Malice grinning in sick satisfaction. Before Malice could deliver another punch Phillip surprised him by head-b.u.t.ting him and successfully knocking him back and off of Phillip. The tangy and metallic flavor of blood filled Malice's mouth, and he turned his head and spit the s.h.i.+t out. He had felt his lip split, but he liked the pain. He quickly stood and saw Phillip struggling to stand. He could have easily gone after this little douche while he was out of it, but Malice wanted him to be on his feet. Once Phillip was standing, Malice charged forward. He felt all this raw energy move through him, and the image at the forefront of his mind was Adrianna, and how she had looked last night when he held her in his arms in the rain.

"You motherf.u.c.ker-"

Malice stopped him from saying anything else with another land of his fist into the side of Phillip's head. The other guy stumbled back, but righted himself before he fell to the ground. The gun that he had hidden in the small of his back had fallen to the ground when Malice had first gone after him, and now he moved toward it.

No f.u.c.king way.

Malice was on him in the next second, and kicked the gun well out of reach. He wrapped his hand around Phillip's neck and lifted him easily off the ground. Moving forward with the other man struggling to breathe and scratching and clawing at Malice's hand, he slammed him up against a trunk of a nearby tree. He leaned in close, swore he could smell the fear that came off of Phillip, and grinned. "It's not so much fun when you're the one getting your a.s.s kicked, is it?" He loosened his hold on his neck just slightly, and heard Phillip suck in air.

"She's just some trailer trash c.u.n.t-"

Malice cut him off by tightening his hand again. "You are one dumb f.u.c.ker." He stared into the dark, beady eyes of this man that had hurt the woman Malice felt very protective over. "I'm only going to tell you this once, and believe me when I say if I ever have to repeat myself that will be the last time you are around." He leaned in another inch so they were nose-to-nose now. "You'll forget all about Adrianna if you value your life and anything you hold dear. You won't come looking for her, won't touch her, and really won't f.u.c.king think about her ever again. Understand?" He could have loosened his hold, but he didn't. It took a second for Phillip to nod, but when he did Malice reared his arm back and slammed his fist into his side. Phillip grunted, and tears formed in his eyes. "I f.u.c.king love it when grown a.s.s men that think they are tough s.h.i.+t cry." Malice let him go then, and Phillip immediately dropped to the ground. "Tell me you understand what I'm saying and I may not ram my boot up your a.s.s." Malice crouched to his haunches, and took hold of Phillip's collar, hoisting him up slightly. "Because if I have to come back here," he shook his head, "I'll bury you so d.a.m.n deep no one can find you, and if they somehow did by some miracle, you wouldn't be recognizable." He hit him in the face again, this time feeling Phillip's nose break under his knuckle. Blood immediately gushed down Phillip's face, and his howl of pain and the way he curled into the fetal position had the s.a.d.i.s.tic side of Malice roaring out.

"You want her, she's yours, a.s.shole," Phillip wheezed out, and started to choke on his own blood. There was already a bruise forming around his neck, and that really f.u.c.king pleased Malice. Of course he wanted to do a lot more damage to this little a.s.shole, but he grabbed onto his strength and took a step back. With one more disgusted look, Malice spit out in front of Phillip the remaining blood mixed with saliva that filled his mouth. He glared at Phillip once more, and then straightened and walked to his bike. He got on and headed back to the clubhouse.

Chapter Eight.

Malice had been back at the clubhouse for a couple of hours now, and he had already finished off three beers. He didn't need to be drinking, but he was still fuming over just walking away from Phillip. He should have killed the motherf.u.c.ker, because if someone had crossed his path like this any other time he would have broken their neck and not thought twice. But he had held back because Adrianna had said she didn't want any more violence, and although he might not have said he wouldn't severely hurt the b.a.s.t.a.r.d ex, he had held back for her. He had seen Adrianna about an hour ago, but she didn't question him on what he may or may not have done to Phillip. She was smart, and probably figured it out, but either way if she asked he wouldn't lie.

"They have just started gathering out front," t.i.ts, one of the Fairview members, said as soon as soon as he walked inside of the clubhouse.

Malice sat next to Rock at the bar. He thought back to Adrianna, the d.a.m.n obsession he was starting to have with her, and scrubbed his hand over his face. She had gone to the storage room to help Lily, one of the club wh.o.r.es, bring in some cases. He hadn't wanted her to go anywhere that he couldn't see her, but keeping her locked in a back room also wasn't helping her. All the s.h.i.+t she had been through had to be h.e.l.l on a person, and he had to give her credit for the strength she showed.

"Dude, what in the h.e.l.l are we going to do once she is back in River Run?" Rock asked from beside him, but kept his focus on the club p.u.s.s.y manning the bar. The chick had an a.s.s on her that went on for miles. It was big and juicy, the kind Malice normally went for, but even staring at it, and knowing the front would show him a big a.s.s set of t.i.ts, he felt no spark of arousal. He just couldn't stop thinking about Adrianna, and what would have happened if he hadn't been at the right place at the right time. She was healing, was bruised and cut up, but it would take a lot of time for her to heal on the inside.

"Dude, you f.u.c.king with me?"

He looked at Rock, who stared at him with this confused look on his face.

"I've been talking to you and you've been checking out her a.s.s the entire time." Rocks looked over at the barmaid. "But she does have one rockin' body."

"She's yours." It wasn't like they called dibs on a woman. If they wanted them, they didn't have any trouble getting them, and the club p.u.s.s.y currently slinging out the drinks was no exception. Malice brought his bottle to his mouth and tipped it back. The alcohol was starting to get warm, but he didn't give a s.h.i.+t. His mind was preoccupied with other things anyway.

Marx came out of the backroom with a fierce and p.i.s.sed off look on his face. "Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds are relentless," he growled out and stormed over to the front doors, but stopped before he opened them. "t.i.ts, make sure the girls are in the back and out of the way. I don't want them around this bulls.h.i.+t."

Malice finished off his beer and stood. t.i.ts was already striding back to where the prost.i.tutes where staying, but he noticed the club p.u.s.s.y girls were also rounded up and ushered toward the back of the clubhouse.

"This going to get out of hand?" Rock asked from behind Malice.

Marx looked over at them. "They don't come through the gate, and thank f.u.c.k for that because I would end up killing a b.a.s.t.a.r.d if they did." Marx scrubbed a hand through his hair. "But they are annoying as s.h.i.+t, and are loud when they are spouting off their religious and judgmental bulls.h.i.+t." Marx turned back around and pulled the door open.

Right away they could hear the chanting of the church, and see the large group formed right on the other side of the gate that blocked off the driveway to the club.

"Get those wh.o.r.es out of here!"

"Dirty, filthy, and immoral s.l.u.ts."

"Nothing but the devil's work behind those walls."

They kept chanting their hateful and derogatory slurs, and Malice moved closer until he was right inside of the door. He glanced behind him at the door that Adrianna and the other woman had gone behind, and no way in h.e.l.l was he going to leave them to go deal with a bunch of f.u.c.king fanatics. Marx and several of the other Fairview members were standing a few feet from the gate, smokes in hand, and some holding beer bottles. They were staring at the church people, and some were getting a good laugh at them. But Malice wasn't about to tiptoe around a bunch of loons who thought that what they were doing was wrong and immoral. It was a world where people had to do what they had to do to survive. The women that sold their bodies, and looked to the clubs for protection, didn't mean they were dirty or less than anyone else. But churches like the ones right outside the gate were nothing more than cults that followed with a single-minded purpose.

One of the men that was shouting some pretty vile s.h.i.+t tossed a gla.s.s bottle over the gate. It barely missed some of the bikers, and that just had the whole s.h.i.+t-storm of violence erupting. Marx was holding one of his men back that was about ready to tear the churchgoers in two. Malice took another step forward, and the need to be with his brethren rode him hard, but he was concerned about Adrianna. And then he heard the cult going wild.

"Wh.o.r.es."

"s.l.u.ts."

"The devil's concubines."

He saw Adrianna and the club p.u.s.s.y standing off to the side by the garage. His heart started pounding fast and hard, and he moved toward her with determined, quick steps.

"You motherf.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h."

He stopped dead in his tracks at the deep voice that seemed to rise above the rest. He turned, and through all of the raised arms, figurative pitchforks high in the hair, and anger and hatred that swirled behind the gate, he saw that worthless p.r.i.c.k of an ex, Phillip. His blood boiled, and he curled his hands into fists. Adrianna's ex-boyfriend was one stupid b.a.s.t.a.r.d, and Malice was not the type to give second warnings. He turned and made his way back to Adrianna and the other woman. They had yet to move. Adrianna wore a frightened, shocked look, and the other club woman was staring off at the crowd with this curious expression. A club p.u.s.s.y woman was tough-they had to be if they were going to be a part of the MC lifestyle.

"Adrianna." He called out to her, and she immediately looked his way. Her eyes widened, and she pointed out to the crowd, no doubt seeing Phillip, and hearing what he had yelled out to her. "Come here," he said at the same time he had taken a step toward her. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and his gut clenched. This was a bad situation to begin with, and now with her ex here, and all the negative and dangerous energy in the air he knew it could go to a volatile level fast. He reached her in a matter of seconds, and as soon as he had his arm wrapped around her shoulder he felt her tremors start to subside "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She said it like she was out of breath. "I didn't bring him here, did I?" She looked up at his face "I didn't bring this to your clubhouse, did I?"

G.o.d, he wanted to take the fear, anxiousness, and worry out of her. "No, Adrianna, you didn't do this. Those f.u.c.kers have been coming around her and stirring s.h.i.+t around, and that f.u.c.ker..." he gritted out, trying to control himself because he was getting even more p.i.s.sed by the second.

"G.o.d will judge you when you're dead, but until then we will be the jury."

Malice turned and stared at a dark haired man that stepped forward. The people around him parted, and started touching him like he was some kind of savior to them. The man wore all black, and his dark hair was slicked back from his wide brow. He wore this thick silver cross around his neck. He gripped the bars and held one hand high in the hair.

"You will be punished by the flames of h.e.l.l." But the b.a.s.t.a.r.d smirked, and there was this glint in his eyes that made Malice feel unsteady.