Page 49 of Sinner's Malice
With a sense of urgency, I reached for my throat and scoured every corner, determined to find what I was looking for. I knew he was close. There was always an unmistakable energy in the air whenever he was near, even before I caught sight of him.
“Silver?” I vaguely heard him, amidst the chaos of my mind. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?”
Shaking my head, I whispered, “You need to step away.”
“What?”
“Leave. Now.”
I carefully walked around the man, ensuring there was a significant gap between us to avoid any physical contact. The moment I emerged from my hiding spot around the bar, I saw the brothers cease their actions, their eyes fixated on me.
The clubhouse grew quiet. The chatter faded away until there was only silence.
A stillness settled over the room, as if time itself had paused, and no one dared to break the silence with even the slightest movement.
“Silver?” Montana said just the clubhouse doors swung open. There, standing at his full height, Malice glared at me, his piercing silver eyes meeting mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
He was here.
In the flesh.
Standing not a few feet from me. With his eyes intensely focused and his body motionless, he seemed like a statue. He remained motionless, not uttering a word, while his eyes examined me with a thoroughness that made me uneasy. I knew what he was seeing. Despite the visibly fading bruises, he didn’t display any response to them. Instead, he stood motionless, his unwavering gaze fixed upon me.
“Silver,” Montana growled. “Room. Now.”
Gulping, I whispered, “I can’t do that.”
“The fuck you can’t!” he roared. “Torment, get her the fuck out of here. Now!”
The moment Torment advanced toward me, Malice’s menacing growl reverberated in our ears, filling the air with an eerie intensity, as the brothers took defensive positions. Even Payne, although still under the influence, had a resolute and ready-for-anything demeanor, like he was prepared to engage in war.
With speed, I dashed towards Malice, quickly enveloping him in a tight embrace, my arms firmly secured around his waist. His posture was rigid, but he wrapped his arms around me, and I could feel him relax, creating a protective barrier around me.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” Montana sneered angrily.
“She’s mine.”
“The fuck she is!”
“Montana,” Mercy attempted to reason with the irate brother. “You need to calm the fuck down. This will not end well, if you don’t. Malice is a sitting board member. Silver is his old lady. She wears his brand. There is nothing you can do.”
“Mercy’s right, man,” Payne groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s done. Best accept it and move on.”
“Montana,” I calmly said, looking at the man I loved dearly. “Please don’t do this.”
“He hurt you.”
“I accepted his claim.”
Malice stiffened.
With a shake of his head, Montana made it clear that he had no intention of listening.
“No. What he did wasn’t claiming. He beat you black and blue, Arianwen. We can all still see the fading bruises. No. I won’t allow this. No!”
With a swift release of his hold on me, Malice deftly maneuvered me to the side and assertively positioned himself as a barrier, effectively blocking Montana’s path.
“I’ve never asked this club for anything. Not one thing from any of you. For years, I’ve done whatever you’ve asked of me. No questions asked. But now, I’m asking.”