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All three men stopped dead in their tracks and quickly looked at Malice, who still hadn’t moved from his spot.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Pippen run toward the offices.

Great.

My night out was about to become a thing.

Chapter Two

Malice

“Fifty bucks, he beats that man’s ass.”

“A hundred says he kills him.”

“A thousand says he kills you two idiots if you two don’t shut the fuck up,” Torment said, as he glared at Fury and Payne.

Leaning against the wall, I ignored everyone and stared at the handsy motherfucker as she laughed at something he said, while they danced to the atrocious music pounding through the speakers.

She didn’t like him.

I could tell.

She was just being nice. She was going against her own nature. Instead of telling the creep to get lost, she pacified him.

Why?

Why would she do that?

With all of us, she had no problem telling us how she really felt, yet with this jerk, she was being something she wasn’t.

She was confusing me.

She always did. From the moment I met her, I couldn’t read her.

She was the one person I could never figure out.

I hated it.

I hated her.

She was a distraction.

Every time I thought I had her figured out, she went and changed the rules. Rules were there for a reason.

The song was over.

Watching her intently, I frowned when the jerk asked her for another dance. Instead of telling him to get lost, she smiled and nodded.

I snarled and slowly stood up straighter when the fucker pulled her in close.

“Don’t even fucking think about it, Malice,” Montana warned from where he was sitting with his wife Tessa, as my so-called brothers chuckled.

Fucking bastards. I didn’t need them to babysit me.

I wasn’t going to hurt her.

Spank her... maybe, but I would never hurt her.