Malum part 2

Tillie

“Oops,” I sigh, dropping the knife onto the corpse.

“Oops!?” Nate whisper-yells in frustration before turning around. “Everyone but Brantley get the fuck out.”

They all disappear through the two big, bossy men in my life. Nate breathes in and out, leaning against the door once it’s closed. A few seconds pass before he pulls his phone out and sends a text, putting it back into his pocket.

“My little terror,” Brantley smirks, coming closer to me and grabbing my hand to help me out of the tub. “I’m a little proud, and a lot fucking turned on right now.” His eyes darken. “Red is definitely your color.”

“Don’t take her out,” Nate grunts, not meeting my eyes. He ambles forward and turns the faucet to the shower on. “Rinse the blood off you.”

I stand under the head, watching as water rushes over my skin and falls onto the dead body between my legs.

Once it’s ru

“Come here,” Nate murmurs, taking my hand in his and pulling me out.

“It’s cold,” I shiver, grabbing for the towel he’s handing me. My body shakes uncontrollably, gripping onto all of my nerves before I can take control.

Nate dries me as Brantley shuffles around the room, making sure everything is in the tub.

“Did you send out the text?” Brantley asks Nate.

“Yes,” Nate says, his hand coming to the back of my neck. “Why did you do that? What happened from the time that we fucked downstairs, to here?”

I open my mouth, wanting to tell him but still shackled by my loyalty to my best friend.

“Why do you hate me?”

Why did I just say that?

“He doesn’t hate you,” Brantley whispers from behind me, drying my legs.

I focus back to Nate’s gaze, who is staring at me with enough intensity to burn a hole into my head. “You hate me.”

Nate doesn’t answer.

My eyes close as Brantley’s hand grazes up my i

Nate stiffens.

Brantley continues up, and then his lips press to my shoulder. “Breathe, my little terror, you’re okay. You’re fucking safe when we’re around…”

I hold my breath, my fitful heart still jumping around in my chest.

I killed a man.

Someone who raped my best friend.

The smell of blood lingers with my lust, but the feeling of Brantley dropping kisses on my shoulder blades makes my head spin. I moan again, inhaling Nate’s smell. He hasn’t moved, his hard body still stoic.

I rub my bare ass into Brantley, who is rock hard behind me. He licks me across the back of my neck as his other hand reaches down between my legs, his thumb coming to my clit. I moan again as it circles me, my legs shaking. My eyes come up to Nate, who is watching me closely, his jaw set in stone. Just when Brantley’s finger dives inside of me, Nate’s hand comes around and wraps my chin, tilting my face to his.

He presses his lips to mine. “I don’t hate you, baby.”

I wrap my arm around the back of his neck as my other reaches behind me to grip onto Brantley’s cock through his jeans.

Brantley unzips his jeans until his heavy pierced dick falls into the palm of my hand.

Nate grips onto my legs as I wrap them around his waist. His kissing slows, his tongue licking mine softly. Every flick, every caress, every thrust of his hips.

I tug on Brantley’s cock as Nate grinds into me in circles.

“Fuck,” Brantley groans from behind me. “I don’t know how much I can take without actually putting my dick in her.”

Nate stills, searching my eyes. He drops me, along with the mood, to the ground.

“Fuck!” Nate punches the wall. “Why the fuck can’t I share you!” He yanks the door open and disappears, leaving me and Brantley in the bathroom alone.

“For both our sakes, we need to tuck up,” Brantley laughs, shaking his head.

I swipe my cheeks. “Yeah.”

We leave the bathroom, with Brantley giving me his suit jacket. I wrap it around my body closely, realizing it looks like a dress. The room is dark, but I can hear talking in the other room.

“You asked me why he hates you…” Brantley says, his hand coming to mine.

“Yeah?”

“It’s because he can’t hate you.”

“You make it sound so simple. So relatable.”

“Because I do relate to the feeling. Well.”

I don’t ask. “One day, I’m going to want to know what you mean by that…”

Brantley chuckles. “I bet.”

I pick up my heels and slip them onto my feet, piling my wet hair onto the top of my head to fall into a long ponytail. We enter back into the main room to see everyone there, Nate included.

“Nate called it in. We need to leave so everything can get handled,” Bishop murmurs, his eyes on mine. A thousand questions lay in those eyes, questions I won’t answer.

Madison is sitting alone on a chair, her eyes on the floor. Nate is talking with her, but I can see everything is going in one ear and out the other.

“Do we have to talk about the fact that y’all were about to have sex in a bathroom where a dead body was, right after our little queen off-ed him?” Eli asks, his eyes going around the place. “Or are we just putting that in the bucket of things we don’t talk about?”

I ignore him, heading straight for Madison.

Nate glares at me, standing back to his feet defensively. I don’t care about his feelings right now. I just want to make sure my friend is okay.

My hand comes to her knee and her eyes flutter to it. “Do you want me to take you home?”

I catch something flash over her eyes. At first, I’m not fast enough to decipher it, but then I study her closely. How her eyes flick to mine, and then to Bishop, and then back to me. I know what that something is now—fear, and she’s going to do the thing that Madison always does.

Run.

And no one can stop her.

“Hey,” I coax, taking her hand in mine. “I’ll take you home.”

I stand with her behind me as Nate removes his jacket to wrap it around her body.

I grit my teeth, fighting my irrational thoughts. This is Nate. He cares. He gives a fuck about the very few people in his life. I know this, so I can’t be mad.

“We’ll have to take the back exit. No doubt they’ll wipe footage, but just to minimize the job and keep it clean,” Bishop adds, ru

“Then shouldn’t we reduce their work by just going the way we came so they don’t have to wipe two sets of cameras?” I question Bishop.

Nate shakes his head. “No, because then there are other things we have to take into consideration, like the two of you wearing jackets, and witnesses. It doesn’t matter, they’ll wipe the whole lot.”

Nate’s eyes meet mine.

I look away. New plan. Don’t look him in the eye ever again.

We all make our way out as Bishop orders Cash and Eli to wait for the clean-up crew as we all slowly make our way outside via the fire exit. There are already two large black limos waiting. Bishop opens the door, gesturing for us to get in first. Madison goes straight to the far corner of the seat on the opposite side that we climbed in on and I sit right beside her.

Nate sits beside me, and Bishop, Brantley, and Hunter sit opposite us.

Hunter is watching her carefully, worry etched into his features.