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“Not feelin’ too drunk at the moment,” I mutter with a shake of my head. “Mark, he’s no—”
“Who the fuck do you think I am?” Malice roars as he steps out of the shower and stalks toward Mark. “You can’t seriously think I’d take advantage of her after what happened to me.”
Mark flinches and steps back. “After what happened to you?” His eyes narrow, and his face flushes a deep shade of purple. “What about what happened to me?!” he yells.
What happened to him? Wait… is he saying…
No!
The tension between the brothers snaps like a twig and before I can scream, Mark throws his shoulder into Malice’s stomach. Malice recovers and shoves Mark into the wall before clipping his chin with a right hook. Mark sways but finds his balance and charges Malice again, swinging wildly. Malice easily ducks out of the way and lands a blow to Mark’s side.
“Stop it! Fucking stop!” My voice shakes.
I frantically search for the towel Mark dropped and spot it by the toilet. After grabbing it and wrapping it around my body, I twirl around just in time to see Mark’s fist connect with Malice’s face and then his stomach.
“Oomph,” Malice grunts as breath rushes from his body, and my friend retreats to the bedroom. Malice runs after Mark, knocking him to the floor. “You fucking prick!”
“Malice, stop… please,” I beg.
Mark gets the upper hand and flips Malice onto his back. Hands and arms fly in a flurry of blows, and blood spurts from busted lips and split flesh. No matter how much I scream, they don’t stop. Realizing I need help, I turn on my heel and run toward the door, grateful that the motion sensors are in place, and it slides open. In the hallway, I frantically whip my head back and forth, but it’s empty.
“Help!” I yell while jogging down the hall, gripping my towel tight. “Help!”
It seems to take forever, but Abyss and Soul rush around the corner from the common room. Both come to a grinding halt when they see me, their eyes dropping to my towel.
“What the fuck is going on?” Soul demands. “You’re screaming down my damn clubhouse.”
My eyes dart between the two of them as I struggle to catch my breath. Being a singer, I wouldn’t think yelling would take this much out of me.
Abyss grabs my shoulders. “Deep breaths… nice and slow.”
I nod and do as he says. “You’ve gotta help,” I plead as I grab Abyss and try to pull him toward Malice’s room.
He won’t budge, but he does hold me in place and pushes my wet hair out of my face. “Apple, what is going on?”
“Please,” I beg. “They’re going to kill each other.”
“Who’s gonna kill—” Soul’s eyes widen, and he yanks me from Abyss’s hold and shakes me slightly. “Which room?” he barks.
“Malice’s,” I respond, and when Soul and Abyss take off toward the room, I whirl around and follow.
When I cross the threshold into the room, the chaos is out of control. The lamp next to the bed is in pieces, furniture is broken, blood seems to cover them from head to toe, and Mark and Malice are still going at it like beasts. The only thing missing is—
Nope… there are the holes in the walls.
I was hoping they’d slow down, tire out, but if anything, the fight has only gotten worse.
“Do something!” I shout at Abyss and Soul, who are standing to the side, watching like spectators at a professional wrestling match.
Malice is on top of Mark, delivering punishing hit after hit to anywhere he can land them. Despite his position, Mark manages a few shots of his own.
Enraged that Abyss and Soul are doing nothing, I launch myself at Malice to try and pull them apart.
“Apple, no!” Soul shouts.
As if in slow motion, I clock Malice’s elbow coming at my face, but it’s not slow. It’s too fucking fast, and I don’t have time to register the pain as I fall backward and hit the floor.
That’s gonna leave a mark.
