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“Malice Sinclair.”His tongue peeks out to lick across my lips at the use of his name.
Steve’s chin wobbles as recognition enters his eyes.
“Tell him who you are to me, rabbit.”
When his eyes open, they pierce me with their intensity, and I know what he’s inferring without saying a single word.“Yours.I belong to Malice Sinclair.”
“That’s right.”Sucking on my lip, he wraps an arm around my back and pulls me into his body, holding me closely.“Do you know what I do to people that touch things that belong to me, Stevey boy?”
His entire body shakes as he swallows.“No.”
“Normally, I tear them apart.Piece by piece.But I know Odette wouldn’t like that—not because of her—so I’m going to have to get creative with you.How creative I get is up to you, though.”
“How?”His fingers fidget with his pants now.
“You can give me the names of every fucking person in this school who has done her wrong, and you can tell me their dirtiest fucking secrets.”Malice seems to wait until Steve looks up at him.“Including your own.”
Before Steve can get out a word in protest or cooperation, the lunch bell rings loudly, piercing the moment.Without a thought, Steve uses the quick distraction to bolt.Like the chicken he is, he’s gone in seconds.Nonetheless, Malice doesn’t seem worried because a malevolent smile plays across his lips.I know exactly what it means, too.I’ve seen it on my own father often enough.
He’ll pay for his premature departure.
It’s also a reminder of who Malice is.
CHAPTER4
Malice
She won’t look at me, won’t talk to me.Odette doesn’t even look angry or annoyed over what happened during lunch.She’s pretending I don’t exist, and I fucking hate that, even though I’ve been forced to do the same thing for years.
Carmine would despise the idea of someone laying claim to his daughter before she’s finished high school, but I’ve begun the process.Before the week is out, every pissant motherfucker here will know exactly who she belongs to, and they’ll stay far away.
“Mr.Sinclair.”The teacher—fuck if I know his name—stands next to my desk, tapping his foot impatiently.“Are you going to continue to stare at Miss Cavanaugh the entire class or pay attention to the lesson?”
Easy answer.“Yes.”I notice the way her lips twitch from her seat next to me.
“Yes to what?”This fucking guy.
“Yes to staring at my girl all class.All day.Every day.”Her eyes scrunch up, and I hear a few students twist in their seats as they follow along with the discussion.
“I think your time would be better spent in the office then.”
“I disagree.”The only way I’m leaving is with Odette.
“Excuse me?”Students snicker from their seats at my protest, but they don’t fucking get it, either.None of them know what it’s like to be utterly obsessed with a girl who wants nothing to do with you.They haven’t the faintest fucking idea what her rejection is doing to my insides and how close I am to snapping right now.
“I said no.I’m not sure what part of that needs repeating.”
“Are you looking to be suspended, Mr.Sinclair?”
Standing, I finally give him my full attention as he looks up at me.“I don’t like threats, and I’m not leaving here without my girl.So, unless you’ve got someone scarier than me to drag my ass out of here, fuck off and teach your class.”
“Malice.”Odette’s fingers circle my wrist as she hisses my name, tugging on me to sit down.“Stop it, and just go.”
“Not happening, rabbit.”I can almost hear her grinding her teeth as I continue my stare-off with the teacher.
“I don’t want you here, Malice.Just go home.”My blood turns cold at her words as I glance down at her.
“Pardon me?”
