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“What are you guys talking about?” Kyle demands from behind us. “What’s going on?”
Apple rolls her eyes. “Now he wants to talk.” She picks up a syringe before stabbing the rubber top of the vial and drawing up some of the drug. She starts to flick the air bubbles out, but then she stops and shrugs. “Guess air bubbles won’t make a difference.”
I stare at her, at the grin on her face, and my cock jerks in my jeans. Fucking hell, there’s nothing sexier than the woman I love standing in what equates to my happy place and seeminglyenjoyingit.
Love?
The thought doesn’t fill me with dread like it always has in the past, and that in and of itself is a miracle.
I love Apple.
I reach for her and wrap my hand around her neck to haul her mouth to mine. She immediately opens for me, darting her tongue past my lips. The kiss is frenzied and primal, hot and desperate. But there’s something more, something profound.
There’s love and understanding.
“Death would be better than a filthy biker porn show,” Kyle complains.
Apple stiffens and pulls away from me before whirling around to face him. “What did you just say?” she seethes.
Like the idiot that he is, Kyle repeats himself. “Death would be better than your version of porn with a biker.”
She stares at him for a moment and then slowly turns back to the table. She lifts a second vial, this one’s label reads ‘saline’, and draws some into a second needle and syringe. When she’s satisfied with the amount, she carries it across the room and plunges the needle into Kyle’s arm.
“What the fuck was that?” Kyle demands. “What did you ju—”
“Shut up!” Apple screams, and Kyle’s jaw clamps shut. “At least you had the luxury of seeing it coming. And maybe, if you cooperate, I’ll give you the antidote before your heart rate and blood pressure drop to dangerous levels.” She tips her head. “And in case you haven’t figured it out, dangerous levels means dead, Kyle. Oh, and one more thing…” She steps as close to him as she can. “Malice is a biker, but he’s not filthy, and that wasn’t porn. But even if he were and it was, you’ve got no right to judge, not when you make such hideous life decisions.”
I whistle, and Apple grins at me over her shoulder.
“Sexy,” I growl. “So fucking sexy. No wonder he wants to fuck you.”
“Want to… I don’t…” Kyle’s earlier confidence wanes. “I don’t want to fuck her. Why would I want that when I’ve got Mara.”
“Mara?” Apple asks. “You’re with Mara? But Mark’s been—”
“Mark was a means to an end, a way to get information about you or to ensure that you were alone,” Kyle snaps.
“Apple, babe, can you move out of my way?” I ask calmly as I grip the handle of a whip, flexing my fist around it.
Apple takes several steps to the side, and I slice the leather down the center of Kyle’s chest, splitting his flesh. He wails in pain, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. I strike him again, from side to side, mimicking the cross I’ve got on my back.
“That’s for my brother,” I snarl. “No one fucks with my brother.”
“Mara sure did,” Kyle hisses through the agony I know he’s in.
“You cocksucking son of a motherless whore,” I say, bringing the whip across his flesh several more times. “I’m gonna fucking end you.”
“Malice!” Apple shouts, and I swivel my head to stare at her. “I want answers. Then you can do what you need to. Okay?”
My chest heaves as the part of me that needs to destroy claws me from the inside out, but I nod.
“Sorry,” I mutter.
She moves to stand in front of me and rests her hand on my chest. “Don’t ever apologize for being you,” she bites out. “Or for doing what you were born to do.”
Goddamn, she gets me.
Apple faces Kyle. “Now, you can either talk to me, or I let him keep going. And if he keeps going, you’ll wish that injection killed you faster.”
