“You want her, she’s yours, asshole,” Phillip wheezed out, and started to choke on his own blood. There was already a bruise forming around his neck, and that really fucking pleased Malice. Of course he wanted to do a lot more damage to this little asshole, 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 motherfucker, 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 bastard 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,” Tits, 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 damn 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 whores, 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 shit she had been through had to be hell on a person, and he had to give her credit for the strength she showed.
“Dude, what in the hell are we going to do once she is back in River Run?” Rock asked from beside him, but kept his focus on the club pussy manning the bar. The chick had an ass 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 ass set of tits, 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 fucking 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 ass 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 pussy 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 shit. His mind was preoccupied with other things anyway.
Marx came out of the backroom with a fierce and pissed off look on his face. “Those bastards are relentless,” he growled out and stormed over to the front doors, but stopped before he opened them. “Tits, make sure the girls are in the back and out of the way. I don’t want them around this bullshit.”
Malice finished off his beer and stood. Tits was already striding back to where the prostitutes where staying, but he noticed the club pussy 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 fuck for that because I would end up killing a bastard if they did.” Marx scrubbed a hand through his hair. “But they are annoying as shit, and are loud when they are spouting off their religious and judgmental bullshit.” 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 whores out of here!”
“Dirty, filthy, and immoral sluts.”
“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 hell was he going to leave them to go deal with a bunch of fucking 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.