Malice stood so fast his chair skidded back and slammed into the wall. Kink stayed in his seat, looking unaffected although Malice could see the other man was tense all over.
“Sit down, Malice,” Kink gritted out. “You don’t want to do this when clearly your head is all messed up.”
Malice opened his mouth, but Lucien slammed his fist on the table.
“Malice, sit the fuck down. Kink, shut the fuck up.”
It took Malice a minute, but he finally sat down and reined in his temper. Shit, he was losing it and with one of his brothers. He ran a hand over his face, felt the trimmed hair of his bead scrape along his palm, and sighed. He needed a drink, and maybe a joint, but first he’d get this shit straightened out.
“Calm the fuck down, and just tell me what your plan is with this woman,” Lucien gritted out, and it was clear he was trying to calm himself down. “If you want her for your old lady then you better own up to that shit right here, right now.”
Malice never let anyone talk to him like that, even a Brother, but this was the prez, and he respected the hell out of Lucien.
“Because you know unless a woman is an old lady, cooking, cleaning, or fucking, we don’t let pussy stay around here for nothin’.”
Malice let out a deep, hostile sound.
“Chill. I am not implying she should be club pussy, but those women out there chose to be here. They like this life, and even want it. You want Adrianna then, just say so and all of this will be settled, man. ”
Malice and leaned back in his chair. There was definite tension in the room still, but not just from him and Kink. The rest of the members were feeling it, too. They were a family, and when they started going after each other it wasn’t good for anyone. He looked at each of the men once more, his family, his brothers, and his club. He then thought about Adrianna and what he really wanted from her. Malice didn’t care that it had only been a couple of days since he found her and she had been in his life. He had experienced a hell of a lot with her in that short time. He looked at Kink, stared at the asshole that had pissed him off royally, and then looked at Lucien. “Yeah, I want her as my old lady.”
Lucien didn’t respond right away, but finally he nodded. “Okay, glad you owned up to it, brother. Now, let’s just move on from this.”
“Sounds good,” Malice said in a low voice.
Damn, he had just met her, but he had claimed her as his old lady in front of his club. That was some serious shit, and he hadn’t even talked to her about it. Claiming a woman as an old lady was major shit, and Malice had already been down that road with Molly. He never thought he would need or want another woman like that, but he also couldn’t deny that he felt something strong and real for Adrianna. It wasn’t like anything he had felt with Molly, and that was some hard-core scary shit given the life he led. “I want to bring another matter up. I want to talk about Adrianna working and staying in the house with the other women. I think she could help out, and it would allow her to get on her feet. But this would be temporary as I want to make sure things are settled for her before I even bring the old lady business up with her.” Lucien lifted his brow once again. “You want her working where the pussy for sale is at?”
Malice knew what Lucien was getting at.
“I don’t want her there to spread her legs. But we don’t have johns going to the cabin, and those women are all trying to heal, too.” He forced the words out and felt his jaw lock up as he clenched it hard. He reminded himself to calm down because this was his President, but just the thought of any other man touching Adrianna had this murderous rage moving through him.
Lucien held up his hands. “I’m just surprised that was where you wanted her to stay. I thought maybe you’d just put her up at your place or even at the motel.”
Malice shook his head before Lucien even finished. “No. I don’t want her at some motel, and I’m only ever home when I have Dakota. I want to make sure she is comfortable with me and this situation before I bring up her moving in with me. If she isn’t staying at the club, the next safest and most logical place for her to be is at the cabin.”
He placed a hand on the table and drummed his fingers on the wood. “This would have to be brought to the table for a vote as this would mean taking her on as an employee ... kind of”
Malice nodded. He had been with the Brothers for a long ass time, and although they had all been Nomads at one time before they created this charter and moved to River Run several months back, they were still a part of The Brothers of Menace MC. They made their living selling pussy. That wasn’t a secret, but the women that worked for them were consenting and had chosen this as the path they wanted to take with their lives. They offered them protection, made sure they got whatever they needed, and even had a large cabin built on secluded acres for them. Over the past several months they had taken on battered women that had sold themselves in Denver and had been beaten up by their pimp. They built a home for them so they could recoup and get on their feet, and taken the financial hit for having to do that. But for every violent and illegal thing The Brothers of Menace did they reciprocated that with something that could help someone else.