Kink might be the VP of the club, but that didn’t stop Malice from turning a nasty glare his way.
“You better watch your fucking mouth, Kink.”
There was a stoic expression on the other man’s face. He looked hung-over, as did the rest of the members that hadn’t gone on the run, but Kink looked a little darker than normal, and it was clear the member had some shit he was dealing with. But Malice didn’t care because they were all dealing with their own problems, and just because they were in a bad place didn’t mean that kind of shit needed to be said.
Kink’s short brown hair was in his ever-present faux hawk, and there were dark circles under his light blue eyes. Malice could also see the tattoos that covered his chest and neck as they moved out from the collar of his shirt.
“Damn, testy much?” Kink asked with a smart assed smirk covering his face.
“Yeah, when you are clearly running your mouth on things you know nothing about.” Malice growled out the words, and the sound of the other members shifting in their seats as the tension increased filled the air around him.
“All right, that’s enough, Kink and Malice,” Lucien said in his booming voice. He leaned forward and folded his hands together on the tabletop. The members of The Brothers of Menace ranged in age from forty to fifty, and although Lucien was only forty-two years old the weight of being a MC President clearly showed on his face. He was tired, but then again they all were.
“All I’m saying is that Malice should tell it like it is, and not try and justify his real intentions with a bullshit excuse,” Kink said, clearly ignoring his and Lucien’s warning that he needed to shit the fuck up.
“Christ, Kink, just shut the hell up,” Lucie roared out. “We are all going through our own shit right now.”
For several seconds no one said anything, but Malice did look around the table at each member. There was clear curiosity in their expressions over what Kink had said, but he couldn’t blame them. Aside from Molly he didn’t bother with feelings and emotions, and sure as fuck didn’t bring women back to the club. He knew he was throwing off some proprietary vibes, but he didn’t give a shit.
“I wasn’t about to leave her there bloody and beaten, and passed the fuck out, and besides, I feel something more for her, and I’m not going to let that just go.”
“Okay, good, now we are getting somewhere. Besides, I wouldn’t have wanted you to do a fucked up thing like leave her behind either,” Lucien said.
“I took her back to Marx’s place, and their doc checked her out.” He heard Marx’s words play through his head again—even if he had been busting balls—it still pissed Malice the fuck off. “I had every intention of letting her go on her way the next morning, but I ran into the guy who used her as a human punching bag.” This was all being repeated for the rest of the members because Lucien knew all of this already. “And then you know the rest about the fucking fanatics, and that motherfucker getting hit by the car.” Malice glanced at Kink, and although he didn’t have any problems with any of the other members, he was still fuming over the comments the VP had made.
“Finish, Malice.” Clearly Lucien could see that he was on the edge.
“She has no one, and was planning on leaving Fairview with a couple hundred dollars, but I feel very protective of her, like I said, and I wanted her hear at the safety of the club.” He was staring at the President again. There was more silence, a few clearings of throats, and Malice knew he was starting to show his anger and emotions for this girl.
“And so you thought it was good to bring her to the clubhouse when she is an outsider and not your old lady?” Again, Kink was the one to speak.
“What the fuck difference does it make? We helped out the prostitutes in Denver, even fucking bought the cabin for them so they could heal. I didn’t think we were a bunch of lowlife bikers like everyone in town claims we are, but maybe one of us is.” He clenched his jaw and curled his hands into fists. Malice got along with everyone, but he was on edge over this whole Adrianna situation, and things hadn’t worked out any better when Kink thought it was cool to run his fucking mouth. But now both of their testosterone and rage were rising, and he knew that things would get really ugly and fast if this kept up.
“What the fuck is up with you anyway? You’ve had a stick up your ass since you got back,” Kink growled out.
“What the fuck is my problem?” Malice slowly shook his head and felt his blood start to boil.
“Yeah. All I asked was if you wanted to fuck her, and you freaked out. Maybe you’re pissed because she doesn’t want to fuck you.”