Malice's Possession(59)

“You ready, baby?” He grinned at her and reached out to pull her close. He kissed her long, hard, and slow. He was thorough as he kissed her, and she felt herself grow warm and wet, and so ready for him. She didn’t even care that Pierce could see them.

“I’m more than ready.” Molly was dropping Dakota off at Malice’s house for a few hours. They’d have dinner, maybe watch a movie, and she’d have to try to win the little guy over.

Malice grinned and held out a helmet for her. Once she had it on and was straddling the powerful machine beneath her, she breathed in deeply. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her cheek on his back. This was what freedom felt like, and it was the best damn feeling in the world. He went to pull away from the cabin, and she looked over to see Pierce doing the same thing, but then it was like time stilled. The massive explosion that destroyed the bikers’ cabin had a pulse of energy moving outward. She was thrown off the back of the bike, and landed on the ground hard enough that stars danced in front of her vision. There was this loud ringing that filled her head, and when a large piece of debris landed right beside her she covered her head, despite having the helmet on. It seemed like forever that pieces of wood, metal, and other debris spilled out around her, and when she felt it was safe enough to move she looked up. Malice was moving toward her with angry, determined strides. He knelt beside her, black smudges on his face, and lifted his hands to remove his helmet.

“Baby, are you okay?”

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and nodded. “Yeah, just a little dizzy.”

He helped her remove her helmet, and she started coughing as the thick, dark smoke started to billow around them. She stared at the burning cabin. “Oh my God. Pierce—”

Malice shook his head, stopping her from finishing. “He’s scraped up, but alive.”

She looked over his shoulder and saw Pierce moving toward them. He was slumping, but he was speaking in a clipped, hard tone to someone on the phone. Thank God he was alive. Thank God all of them were alive. Malice helped her up, and they moved farther away from the fire. The sound of sirens in the distance drowned out some of the crackling, popping wood as the fire licked at the building. The structure crumbled, and she screamed from surprise. Malice covered her body with his, and she felt him kiss the top of her head.

“Tuck said the girls are safe, and Lucien and the boys are coming out,” Pierce said, and although he was clearly trying to be strong, she saw the strained look on his face, saw the way he held his side, and saw the line of blood making a slow path down his temple.

“Pierce, you’re bleeding,” she said.

“Man, sit down and take it easy,” Malice said and helped the prospect down to the ground.

“This was no accident, Malice,” Pierce said with a hard tone. “That explosion was done by those fucking fanatics.” Pierce exhaled roughly and closed his eyes. “My fucking head is killing me.”

“Man, just relax. The ambulance will be here, and you can get you checked out, brother.”

Pierce nodded. The ambulance and a few cop cars pulled up about fifteen minutes later, and then the rest of The Brothers of Menace were pulling in also. The police kept everyone back and away from the fire as it was trying to be put out, and then for the next twenty minutes the cops were asking them questions.

Adrianna was checked over by the paramedics, as was Pierce, and when he refused to go to the hospital all of the bikers gathered together.

“The women are at the clubhouse with Tuck and Ruin, so they are all okay, but fuck,” Lucien said and looked at the building. The flames were slowly being extinguished, and even from the distance she could still feel the heat as if she was right in the thick of it.

“It was that fucking cult,” Pierce said. “It has to be.” He had a bandage on his head. “They dropped off those damn papers at the clubhouse, and then had the balls to come here a couple of weeks ago, and now this shit. This isn’t a coincidence.”

“Pierce is right,” Malice said and pulled her close. He kissed her on the top of the head again. “No way this shit just happened, but why did they wait two damn weeks?”

“I don’t think people that are fucking insane like that have any reasoning for why they do the shit they do,” Lucien said on a growl, and she could tell he was barely hanging on to his control as it was. All of the guys seemed like they were ready to murder someone.

“It doesn’t fucking matter though, because no one messes with the club and gets away with it.” Lucien turned and stared at each of the guys.