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“I don’t fucking know you!”
“What the hell is going on here?”
I whirl around toward the door and see Soul striding through, a scowl on his face.
“We’re talking,” I bark. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Soul shifts his gaze past me and rushes toward the bed. “Apple, you should really sit down,” he says.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine,” he insists. “You can barely stand, and you’re pale as hell.”
I turn around and glare at all of them. “She said she’s fine,” I snarl.
Soul stiffens before slowly facing me. “And she very clearly isn’t.”
Mark walks around the foot of the bed to stand next to Soul, and Apple sighs. She pushes her way past them to face off with me.
“So let me get this straight… you have a problem with me because you don’t know me?” She inhales deeply, struggling to catch her breath. “I have a hard time believing that all this animosity is just because of that.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you believe or don’t believe,” I snap as I stalk toward her. She doesn’t shrink away from me which is frustrating as hell. “Just because you’re fucking my brother doesn’t gi—”
“Get out.”
I level my gaze on Soul. “What?”
“You heard me, Mal,” he says. “Get out before you say something you can’t take back.”
“I’m not going—”
“Get. Out,” he barks. “Now.”
I stare my prez down for a moment, waiting for him to back off, but he doesn’t. Turning on my heel, I stride to the door.
Without looking back at them, I say, “Fuck you all.”
What the hell just happened?
“Mark.” I reach out to grab his arm, but he stomps away.
“Let him go,” Soul orders. “They both need to cool off.”
“Maybe that’s howyouhandle things, but not me.” I stomp toward the door.
“You need to get your ass back in bed,” Soul commands. “Let Abyss do what he came here to do.”
“I’m taking care of this first.” I glance over my shoulder and narrow my eyes, daring him to stop me.
When he doesn’t say anything else, I yank open the door and march down the stairs. I don’t stop until I’m out the front door and in the driveway, where Malice is standing by a motorcycle with his back to me.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I yell, ignoring the heaviness in my chest.
Malice stiffens as he slowly turns around. His face is red, and his eyes are narrowed into slits. While clenching and unclenching his fists, he takes a menacing step toward me.
“My fucking problem is my brother brought his girlfriend here, and we have no idea who you are, what you want, or what your end game is.” His voice is low and laced with venom.
“I amnothis girlfriend.” I’m running on pure adrenaline, and I’ll use all of it to fight the man in front of me. “I didn’t ask to come here, and I sure as hell didn’t ask for your friends’ help. They offered,” I tack on.
