Malice's Possession (10 page)

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.

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
.”

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.

“I think it would be good for the other women to have her around, especially since she
has experienced what they have.” Rock was the one to speak.

Everyone glanced at him.

He shrugged. “What? I can’t put an insightful comment in here?” He grinned. “We probably could have thought this situation out better, no arguments there, but what’s done is done.” No one said anything, and the tension eased.