Page 76 of Sinner's Malice
In my mind’s eye, I could already visualize the exact moment when my bullet would enter her forehead, causing her brain to erupt in a grotesque display resembling primordial ooze. I planned on eviscerating her body until nothing was fucking left. Then I was going to flush her existence down the motherfucking toilet.
“Malice, take a breath, man,” I barely heard Torment say. “You’re scaring me.”
Payne chuckled. “He’s picturing her death. It’s normal.”
“It is not fucking normal,” Torment seethed.
Iris Hughes flicked her long, dark hair off her shoulder, a mischievous smile played on her blood-red lips, adding to her evil allure as she adjusted her suit. With a gaze that made me feel like a prized piece of meat she was eager to sink her claws into, she provocatively blew me a kiss.
I growled, taking a step forward.
She fucking laughed.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” the cunt taunted.
“Malice,” Montana clipped. “Not a fucking word.”
“It’s nice to see that your father trained you well.” She grinned, a sly expression crossing her face, before effortlessly transitioning into pure fucking evil. “Good doggie.”
And that was all it took for Payne and Torment to grab me, because I was going to rip her fucking head off her shoulders with my bare hands and shit down her fucking windpipe.
Chaos ensued when my brothers all rushed to stop me from killing the bitch. Never in my entire life had I ever wanted to kill someone so badly. I could taste the hatred, the resounding need, the desire to end her life for the betterment of humanity.
Mainly I just wanted to watch the cunt bleed.
Blind fury distorted my vision. All I cared about was getting my hands on that bitch. She was a dead bitch walking and if it was the last thing I did on this earth, I would make that a reality.
“What the hell happened?”
“Silver’s mom showed up, and the fucker lost it.”
“That still doesn’t explain this!”
“I don’t know what to fucking tell you, Sinclair. She taunted him and he fucking lost it.”
Rocking back and forth, I gripped my head tightly, trying to drown out his voice inside my head. Nothing I did would make him go away. He was in my head again, shouting at me, cursing me, taunting me like he always did. I could feel him slithering around in my body like some sick, demented parasite, waiting for just the right moment to attack when everything went dark.
Twenty
Montana
The boardroom was quiet.
No one said a word.
Not even me, which was something, considering the fact I always had something to say. Yet, at that moment, I was at a loss for words. In all the years I had known Malice, I had never seen him so unhinged, so resoundingly soulless before.
Nothing really scared me but seeing him lose control did.
This whole situation was about to explode unless something happened fast. It was like the world was converging and about to come to an explosive, climatic end if I couldn’t make sense of it.
I mistakenly thought the only thing I had to worry about was Malice’s relationship with Silver. But that was only a small part of the problem. The fact was shit was coming out of the woodwork faster than I could contain it and it revolved around the two people I actually cared for the most.
“He will be out for the next few hours. Pippen’s brother, Silas, is sitting with him.”
Looking up from my seat, I saw my beautiful wife staring at me with worry in her eyes. Even she had never seen Malice lose control. The man never really let anything faze him. Yet, in the last few weeks, we’d all seen his steel resolve begin to crumble.
“Silver?” Mercy cautiously asked.