Page 44 of Wrathful Malice


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Wait… what?

“How am I being judgmental?” I demand as I close the distance between us.

“You’re making the assumption that just because he dresses a certain way everyone will automatically know he’s gay.”

She steps around him, into my space, and damn if it isn’t hot as fuck to watch her stick up for someone she doesn’t even know. Loyalty is important, and she’s got it in spades.

“I’ve been in Vegas,” she continues. “I’ve seen some crazy shit, and…” She turns toward Raul, who’s now facing us both and grinning like a fool. “RaRa, is it?” He nods, and she faces me again. “RaRa should be able to wear what he wants to wear without worrying about other people judging or making absurd assumptions.”

“To be fair, I am gay,” Raul comments.

“Not the point,” she snaps.

The cook’s grin widens as he levels his gaze on me. “Malice, I wouldn’t fuck her, but I know a keeper when I see one.” He drops his chin. “Don’t screw this up.”

“Are you kidding me?” I argue. “I brought her in here for some nachos, dammit. Not to fight or get a lecture from you.”

“I’m not fighting,” Apple says, smiling sweetly. Too sweetly if you ask me. “I’m merely pointing out some things you should be aware of.” Her smile falls. “Namely that you’re an ass.”

“Nachos, you said?” Raul comments as he returns to the mess he calls his ‘work area’. “I’ll get those for you.”

“It’d be fucking awesome if you’d stop calling me that,” I snarl, leaning down so I’m close to Apple’s face.

“I’d stop calling you an ass if you’d stop acting like an ass…ass.”

The faint smell of wintergreen invades my nostrils, and I close my eyes to inhale.

“Are you smelling my breath?”

My eyes shoot open. “What?”

“You’re sniffing my breath,” she accuses. “I don’t understand you. One minute you’re snarling like a beast and the next, you’re sniffi—”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?” Apple stabs a finger at my chest. “You really are an ass.”

I wrap my hand around her finger and pull her toward me, so her front is flush with mine. My body heats to an impossible degree, but I don’t care. My sole focus is stopping her mouth from running and my anger from flaring.

“You think I’m a beast?”

Apple swallows and nods, but she remains silent.

“I’ll show you a beast,” I taunt.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Raul sings. “So take off all…”

Ignoring him and not giving myself a chance to rethink my actions, I drag her out of the kitchen. I pull her along behind me as I storm toward the hallway and through the door. As soon as it closes behind us, I back her against the wall.

“What are yo—”

I press my lips to hers in a bruising kiss. It’s an effective way to get what I want, but it’s equally as effective in creating what I know will be a very long night.

Fucking blue balls.

That tongue should bean illegal weapon.

I can still feel Malice’s lips against mine when I hear footsteps. Ducking under his arm, I step away from him as Jez rushes forward and hugs me tight.

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