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I didn’t understand how he could do what no one else could.

One look, one whisper, one touch. I surrendered to him.

Chapter Five

Malice

Walking into the office building I shared with Torment, I ignored the door with my name on it. It had been so long since I helped anyone. For the longest time, I relied on my ability to help kids, to be their advocate, someone they could talk to, someone they could trust. Over the last few years, I saw less and less, until one day, I stopped all together.

I didn’t know why I stopped.

I just did.

I turned my attention to other things. Mainly club shit. But even now, the thought of walking into the clubhouse sent a chill down my spine. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to be anywhere. What I wanted, I needed to avoid, because if I gave into my twisted desires again, I wasn’t sure either of us would survive.

I needed someone to help me off the cliff where I was precariously balanced.

Storming over to Torment’s office, I didn’t bother knocking and barged in.

“Dr. Scott?” Torment looked up at me.

“I need to talk,” I stated, holding onto my last thread of sanity.

If he couldn’t help me, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

“I’m with clients right now.”

Seeing the couple on the couch, I growled, “Get. Out.”

I didn’t need to repeat myself.

The couple fled.

Fast.

Slamming Torment’s door behind them, I paced his office.

I didn’t know where else to go. I couldn’t go to the clubhouse. None of my brothers would understand and I was almost positive Montana would kill me on the spot if he found out what I did last night.

I wanted so much to talk to Father Dominic.

But the dead didn’t speak.

Agitated, I paced back and forth in my brother’s office as my restlessness rose exponentially. I was on the verge of losing it big time, and with Father Dominic gone, I didn’t know what else to do.

I needed help.

Help, I wasn’t sure even my brother could give me.

But I had to try.

I would try for her.

“Malice?”

Shaking my head, I sneered, “Gideon. My name is Gideon.”

Torment frowned, sitting up. “Alright. Gideon.”