Page 13 of Sinner's Malice

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t threaten me, Malice.”

I leaned forward and whispered so only she could hear me, “And I will enjoy every fucking moment. Don’t push me.”

She gulped when Montana walked around me, handed the fucknut a few hundred-dollar bills, and firmly said, “Dance is over, asshole. Go get something to drink, then head home before I let my buddy off his leash.”

The jerk gulped and nodded furiously.

“Thanks for the dance, Silver,” the young man blurted out.

I growled, stepping toward him as he flinched before running away.

The second the fucknut was gone, Silver rounded on me and slapped me across the face.

“You stupid son of a bitch!” she seethed. “You couldn’t give me one night. Just one night! He did nothing wrong, and you ruined everything. You are not my father. Not my brother. Not my anything!”

I flinched.

“Silver,” Montana growled. “Enough.”

“No,” she shouted angrily as tears streamed down her face.

Facing Montana, she cried.

“I’m done. He doesn’t have the right to tell me what to do. I’m tired of his condescending attitude toward me. I can’t breathe around him. He’s suffocating me. All I wanted was to go out tonight and have fun. Maybe meet some people, makea new friend. But he couldn’t even give me that. Instead, I’m surrounded by all of you. I was just dancing. That’s it.”

“Come on, Silver,” Largo said cautiously, reaching for her hand. “Let’s go wash your face.”

Standing there, in the middle of the dance floor, I watched as Largo and Tessa ushered Silver away. All my brothers were looking at me. Waiting, watching me, wondering what I would do next. I hated being the center of attention. They knew it. Yet, they all stood around me, waiting. For what, I didn’t know.

“Malice,” Torment whispered. “Come on, buddy. Let’s go back upstairs.”

“No.”

“Then let’s get out of here,” Payne offered. “Let’s go for a ride, brother. Our bikes are right outside. We can ride upstate and go see Storm and Delany. I’m sure Harlow would love to see her favorite uncle.”

Turning to Montana, I stared at him and watched as his face hardened.

“She didn’t mean it, brother. She was just angry.”

“Yes, she did.”

“Malice, you had to know that this day would come.”

I did.

I knew as soon as the threat to her was gone, she could leave.

I just never thought she really would.

I couldn’t breathe.

The walls of the club were closing in on me.

Suffocating me.

I needed to get the hell out of there fast.

Pushing past my brothers, I stormed out of the club.