“Come on, Shuga, take me back to your place and show me how a real man fucks his woman.”
He pushed her away enough that he could turn and stare at her face on. “You’re not my woman.” He continued to stare at her. The make-up she had one was thick and looked suffocating, and her fake ass eyelashes made her look like she should be standing on the corner of Colfax. But she had a good body, didn’t smell like booze or stale cigarettes like the rest of the women at the bar did, and he needed to fuck tonight. “You’re just a body I’m going to use to get off tonight.” He wanted her to know exactly what this was between them, and make no mistake that there would be anything more than a few hours of hot, sweaty sex involved. She was silent for several seconds, and he could see the sliver of her anger at his coarseness, but he knew she would still go home with him. She was the type of woman that was desperate for attention, and he was willing to give her that attention, but only on his terms.
“Whatever you need, baby.” She lifted her arm and ran her hand over his cut.
He grabbed her wrist in a loose, but secure hold. “Don’t fucking touch the leather.”
She took her hand from his hold and cradled it to her chest. He knew he hadn’t hurt her, and if she wasn’t used to his type of breed of male than she could turn her ass around and find a pansy ass drunk that was loitering around. They stared at each other for several seconds, and then she plastered on a smile he was sure got her a lot of shit from these lowlifes that surrounded them.
“I’m ready when you are.”
It would take him a minute to get hard once he had her back at his place, thanks to the alcohol and the fact she was a butterface, but he’d deal with it. Right now he just needed to lose himself in a warm, female body, and forget about all the negative shit surrounding his life.
Chapter Ten
Malice sat around the meeting table of The Brothers of Menace. All of the members were in attendance: Lucien their President, Kink the VP, Tuck, Ruin, and Rock. Malice had gotten back five hours ago. It was the middle of the day, but Adrianna and the women were still sleeping. They needed that rest though after the last day and a half of fucked-up shit that had happened. Ruin and Rock looked worse for wear, and Malice knew he probably looked the same way. He hadn’t gotten more than a few hours of sleep before he was wide awake and staring at the ceiling thinking about Adrianna and the feel of her lips on his, and then having this meeting with the club. He wanted to get this meeting over with anyway. Lucien might have known he was bringing Adrianna with him, knew about the shooting and Phillip getting it, but that didn’t mean the President was good with it all. For one thing this brought a lot of attention to the club, and not in a good way. They wanted to be on the down low, and having this shit that had made the papers in Utah was not the kind of attention they needed. They already had a bad reputation as it was. This might have all happened because he brought Adrianna into the club, but he wouldn’t have changed it, and he’d deal with the repercussions.
“Okay, so we know why you brought her back to Fairview’s clubhouse, but tell me again why you brought her here.” Lucien leaned back in his leather chair, and it creaked from his weight. The silence that filled the room was because everyone was focused right on Malice, waiting to see why he had acted so out of character.
He took on the same relaxed position as Lucien. “I’ve told you I couldn’t leave her there with all that shit that happened with her ex, and sending her on her way was not something I felt comfortable with.”
Lucien nodded. “I know, but that is not what I meant. You have never given two shits about what happens to a woman once you’ve had her.”
“I didn’t have her.” He growled out at his president, not meaning to show disrespect, but no one was going to imply Adrianna was something she wasn’t. “I just feel protective of her.”
“Okay, but that doesn’t really answer what I was asking.”
Yeah, Malice fucking knew that. “Because leaving a hurt woman like that isn’t my style. And last I checked it isn’t The Brothers’ style either. We save women when it calls for it. We aren’t bastards all the time.” He had no issues beating the shit out of a man for club business or out of retaliation, just like he had done with Phillip, but Malice also didn’t tell Lucien that he cared for Adrianna more than he probably should. He stared at the president, and the expression on his face told Malice that Lucien was holding onto his own irritation and anger over the situation.
“You want to fuck her or something? Even beat up she’s a hot piece of ass,” Kink said.