Malum part 2

Nate

I can count on one hand how many times I have been shackled by a woman. Rendered fucking speechless and brought to my damn knees by a simple blink of her eye. Three times. Twice was Tillie, and the other was Micaela.

Even with her standing there, at my disposal, glaring at me like she hates sharing the same air as me, my dick is rock hard, swollen against the zipper in my pants.

“Are you talking?” she asks, placing her hands on her hips.

I smirk. Because it’s fucking cute that she does shit to try to make herself appear stronger than she feels. Not saying she’s not, she’s definitely the most glued together girl we’ve ever had around. She’s level-headed, smart, fucking sassy, and she can hold her own. She doesn’t do drugs, (usually), and doesn’t give a fuck if anyone else is doing it. She hardly drinks and doesn’t sleep around. How’d I manage to fuck all of that up epically in the span of a few months? Right. Because I’m me.

“Yeah, babe, take a seat.” The smirk stays, biting down on the toothpick in my mouth.

She glares with force this time.

I laugh. “Easy tiger, take a seat so we can talk.”

She crosses her arms. A step up from them being on her hips. My eyes drop, my smile deepening when they land on her arms, but then they go lower, and I’m smack bang face to face with her sexy as sin legs. My smile instantly drops, and I shuffle in my seat to readjust myself.

“Are you going to be honest with me?”

“Yes,” I answer instantly, because I’ll always be honest with her, with the exception of what I think she needs to know.

She slowly lowers herself onto the chair. “Talk. Why the fuck did you kidnap me and bring me here?”

“First of all.” I lean forward, blazing my joint. “We didn’t bring you here. You walked your little ass right up to this house all on your own. Second of all.” I blow out a thick cloud of smoke, her beautiful fucking face still glaring at me through the smoke. “I wasn’t lying when I told you that it was pla

She waves the smoke away. “And why is that?”

Bishop’s phone goes off and he quickly leaves the room, answering it as he slides the glass door closed. I falter a little, wanting to ask him what the fuck is going on with his phone and who he has been talking with for the past day. Task at hand.

“Because we needed to take you away from civilization for a while.”

“Why? What’s happening? And you couldn’t just tell me? You had to be dramatic and lock me in a fucking cell!”

She’s angry now. Good. She’s always cute, but when she’s angry, there’s something inside of me that recognizes her fire and wants to build an inferno with her. The only problem is that those closest to us get burned. She holds all of the cards when it comes to me. But my poker face is too good, so she just doesn’t know it yet. Co

I stare at her, lick my lip and smirk. “Because I was bored.”

She doesn’t bite, and just as her mouth opens, Bishop is back inside, slamming the door closed with force.

“Bitch.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Who you calling bitch?”

He yanks out his chair and rakes his hands through his hair. “Don’t fucking start with me, Nate.”

I find Brantley, who is already watching me carefully. Something deeper is going on between the two of them, and we all know it’s only going to get worse when Madison finds out about the Daemon shit. Did I know about it? No. For generations now, the Hayes name has been feared amongst the Elite, the mundane, and anyone and everyone who even knew a smidge about our life, but that’s about to change, because Bishop has let some humanity sneak through. He’s not as vicious or cold-hearted as his father, and trust me, that’s a very fucking good thing, but more than that, we come first with him, not the throne. Which is why he battles with a lot of his decisions. I can see him struggling. I haven’t seen him in such a bad place since before Madison walked into his life.

“Carry on.” Tillie pulls my attention away from my i

“Until we tie up a loose end with something, your ass needs to stay here, and that’s all there is to it.”

Her eyes whip to my dad, who is sitting on the other side of the table. “So you were in on getting me here too?”

“No,” I interrupt, gri

“But this doesn’t make sense to me. You bring me here—” She pauses, her eyes glazing over as they go over my shoulder.

My blood turns cold, my jaw tensing. Having this fucker hanging around isn’t ideal, considering he and Tillie’s co

Tillie turns, and I watch as her shoulders visibly relax. “Oh, hey.”

Bishop’s eyes come straight to me. He’s trying to reassure me. Settle me down. It isn’t working.

My lip curls into a snarl and I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Brantley’s foot co

I look at Brantley, who shakes his head at me.

Exhaling, I clench my fist a few times, cutting out whatever the fuck it is everyone is talking about, now lost in my rage. I need to calm down. I’ve never felt such fucking anger until I met Tillie. She’s the only one who can reach the string and tug on every single fucking emotion that is inside of me.

I hate it.

She’s a fucking weakness.

Push her away.

“I need you back on land,” I find myself blurting out, and Bishop kicks me now. I don’t give a shit. She’s my game, not his. He ruined his game and now his key player is damaged beyond repair, for reasons I still don’t fucking know.

I bring my eyes to Tillie. “I need you back at the house. Until I say otherwise.”

She laughs, her little face tilting back as a sarcastic chuckle spills from those sexy fucking lips. “I don’t take orders from you, Nate.”

I push up from my chair, the scraping breaking through the silence. I start walking toward her slowly, not moving my attention from her. “Really?”

She doesn’t call my bluff. Any other chick would be afraid, maybe even cower. Madison always did. But not Tillie, and it fucking turns me on.

She smirks, leaning back in her chair and licking her lips. “Really.”

“Ah, not to be the asshole in the room,” Cash interferes. “But I’ll be the asshole in the room. You’re both insane.”

I lean down, both my hands landing on either side of her chair. “It’s cute.” I run the tip of my nose over hers, smirking while ignoring her scent.

“What’s cute?” Her eyes cross in briefly, her chest rising and falling slowly.

Click! I clasp a handcuff around her wrist, the other side around mine.

She gasps and then yanks on the handcuff.

I smirk, nipping her lower lip between my teeth before standing straight. “The fact that you think you have any power when it comes to me. Because just to be clear, princess, you don’t. Get up.” I yank her until she’s standing.