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“Maybe you should talk to Malice,” I suggest.
“Why?”
“He’s your brother. Your family.”
“He fucking left!”
“I know, Mark… I’m not saying it was right, but just talk to him,” I encourage. “You need him, and maybe he needs you too.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” he huffs.
“I’m not trying to upset you, I swear.” I stand and walk toward him. “I love you and want you to be happy. If you talk to him and you guys can’t work it out…” I shrug. “At least you tried.”
“I’ll think about it.”
I hope so… Malice needs you.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Nothing makes any fucking sense. Apple and Mark have been at the clubhouse for days, and I’ve spent most of that time doing everything in my power to avoid them both. But I don’t want to. Not really.
Not Apple, anyway.
“Not sure what you can’t wrap your head around,” Frenzy says. “It’s not rocket science, Malice, and you saw the evidence.”
I thrust a shaky hand through my hair. “Yeah, I saw the wire, but who would cut it?”
“Has Apple given you any indication that someone has a grudge against her?” Soul asks from his position at the head of the table. “Or anyone that would want to hurt her?”
“If someone wanted to hurt her, wouldn’t they cut the brake line or something?” I counter. “Cutting a spark plug wire is inconvenient, not automatically dangerous.”
We’ve been going round and round in church for twenty minutes now, trying to figure out what happened with Apple’s VW van. Or more specifically,whohappened.
“He’s right,” Frenzy agrees. “There’s so much we don’t know, and we could spend days speculating. Why don’t we go to the source?”
“We’re finally having church at a time Jez isn’t lurking around to bust in uninvited, and you’re suggesting I willingly invite another chick in?” Soul mutters. “No, not happenin’.”
Grim pounds the table so we all look at him. “What about Mark? Maybe he knows something.”
“No fucking way,” I snap.
“Fifty bucks,” Soul says casually. “You can hand it to Rogue now or on your way out.”
“Dammit,” I mumble, but I don’t forget to sign this time. Then, with annoyed exaggeration, I focus on Grim. “No fucking way. He doesn’t belong here.”
“All I’m saying is that we need answers, and he might be our only way to get them.”
Grim glares at me when he’s done, silently daring me to argue, but even if I wanted to, I don’t get the chance because Soul speaks.
“He’s right, Mal,” Prez says with a sigh. “We have access to information and should take advantage of that.”
“Fine, but when this blows up in our faces, don’t be pissed when I say ‘I told—”
“Lock, go get Mark,” Soul demands.
Lock disappears out of the room and returns a few minutes later with my brother. Mark eyes me suspiciously, but when Soul points to a chair and tells him to sit, he complies.
“Mark, I know you don’t know how this works so I’m gonna give you the rundown,” Soul tells him, but then he glances at me and shakes his head. “Nah, scratch that. Malice is gonna give you the rules of church. And then you’ll have two choices… follow the rules or get the fuck out of my clubhouse.” He smirks. “Understood?”
