“And we all know that once someone fucks with us or anyone that we consider under our protection, we won’t let them walk away alive.” Malice was the one to speak now.
All the guys murmured in agreement.
A shiver worked through her body at the lethalness that came from all of the bikers. “I did find a church paper on the porch right before Malice showed up.” She looked up at Malice. “I think it was from The Church of the Good and Right, or Only, or Holy. I don’t know. It was something like that.”
There was a chorus of curses from the bikers.
“This is fucked up, and we need to retaliate,” Rock said on a growl.
Lucien held up his hand. “I agree, but we need to think this through. I don’t want the cops getting involved with this, because we don’t need any more heat,” Lucien said and glanced at the building again. “But I want to make sure it was the cult, even if I’d bet my fucking life on it.” Lucien looked back at them, and the look on his face was deadly calm. “We are going to demolish that fucking cult and the one they call a leader.”
They all murmured their agreement, and then Lucien, Ruin, and Rock headed back to their bikes. Malice tuned her around, cupped her face with his hands, and stared into her eyes.
“God, baby, for a moment there as I saw you lying there,” he shook his head. “I thought I lost you.” This pinched expression covered his face, and she lifted her hand and smoothed her fingers between his eyes.
“I’m glad everyone came out of it okay.”
He leaned down and kissed her hard, and she could feel the possession in it. “I love you. Christ, I love you, baby.” He tightened his hands on her face, and rested his forehead on hers.
“I love you, too, Malice.”
He pulled back and looked into her face. “God, I would fucking do anything in my power to make sure you’re protected, and to make you happy, baby.”
She smiled and rested her head on his chest again.
“And I am going to fucking kill the ones that even dared to put you in danger.”
She wrapped her arms around him, still resting her head on his chest, and closed her eyes.
“If something happened to you…” He held her tightly, and she heard the pain in his voice.
“Let’s not think or talk about it.”
“Okay, baby.” He pulled back and kissed her again. “But this shit with that fucking cult isn’t over with. They followed us up here, probably knowing we had the girls from Fairview with us, and wanted to make their deranged ideals known.” He shook his head and clenched his jaw. “And when you mess with the fucking Brothers of Menace, you better be prepared to fall hard.” He kissed her yet again, as if cementing his words as a decree.
Adrianna didn’t doubt him for one minute, but she knew that as long as she had Malice with her, the women that had become her family, and The Brothers of Menace, she could handle anything. She had already been to hell and back, had even survived this far, and she wasn’t about to be a victim again. No, she was a survivor, and that was how she wanted it to stay.
The End