Deadly Love

Daddy Issues

(1465 words)
Summer's POV:

It's 8:45pm and we are nearing Malice's father's mansion. We are in a new car that Malice bought just a few hours ago, and the seats are so comfortable, I don't ever want to leave. He let me choose every detail of the car and I'm impressed with my own choices— an Audi R8, matte black with white interior and red stitching.

Malice's hand moves from the gear shift to my thigh before I can swat it away. "What is that I feel between your legs darling?" he questions.

"A pistol, for my own safety," I snap back at him. Ugh, I swear if he tries to tell me I can't handle a gun we will have a problem.

"No, no way are you having a pistol. Who gave that to you? You know what, it doesn't matter. Give it to me," he pauses with his hand out in front of me. "Now!"

"Pull over."

"What! No just give it to me."

"Pull the car to the side of the fucking road!" I demand.

"Fine."

The engine quiets as Malice parks the car on the shoulder. "What do you want?" he asks, waiting for me to make a move.

I exit the car and reach for the gun between my thighs. Whoever designed this holster is a saint. I look ahead at three birds flying around a tree and aim the pistol towards them.

*BANG, one bird falls off the tree. *BANG BANG, birds two and three drop to the ground, joining their friend. I place the pistol back in the holster and turn back towards the car. Once I'm in my seat, door closed, I simply say, "I think I'll keep the pistol for now if you don't mind. Now drive." In silence, Malice starts driving once again and we are on our way.

*Ping, my phone screen lights up with a text from Luke: That was hot, but if you were mine, you wouldn't have to prove your abilities. I've never questioned your skill.

In the rear view mirror, I can see Luke smirking at me from the passenger seat of the car behind us. He looks good tonight. Just the thought of his body on mine puts a smile on my face.

"What are you smiling about darling?" Malice says with a squeeze of my hand. He's so dashing tonight. How could I be thinking about his best friend like that? Damn it, focus Summer.

*Ping, my phone lights up again with Luke's name in large letters: If you'd allow me the honor, I'd love to remove that red silk gown from your soft curves tonight. That high cut slit is so sexy and so tempting.

I respond quickly: Friends.

Directly after I click send, we arrive and Malice parks the car in front of the grand mansion. I slide my phone into a separate pocket on my holster, and take Malice's hand to exit the car.

As we climb the stairs, the guys form a line behind us, and Malice's hand slips around my waist, drawing my closer. I turn my head to the side and realize the mass of people surrounding us. Some people are even getting set in bushes with rifles. I'm assuming they're for my protection, knowing Malice.

"M, baby, who are these people?" I question.

"You didn't think it was just the guys and I, did you? This isn't even half of them. I only brought 50," he states before quickly kissing me on the forehead.

Malice swings the door open, revealing two men, awaiting our arrival. The man directly ahead of us is tall, and looks exactly like the man who's grip is tightening around my waist. He must be Malice's father.

My attention isn't on him for long though, because the man directly beside him is familiar in a different way. Seeing his face alone tells me this will be a long night. Zeus is standing directly next to Malice's father. The worst part is, now that I see them all in the same room, I realize that Zeus is Malice's little brother. Great.

We continue our strut and with every step that we take closer to the men ahead of us, I want to puke a little bit more. I absolutely cannot do this right now.

Now, we stand within feet of the two men and I think I might pass out. I realize that I've frozen when Malice nudges me and I see the men extending their hands. "Oh, sorry just got a little distracted. This is such a beautiful room," I say while shaking both of their hands.

"Thank you. Why don't we head into a more comfortable space for discussion?" Malice's father says while gesturing towards the door on our right.

"Actually, do you have a bathroom that I can use quickly?" I interject.

"Yes, right this way. I'll walk you, so those two can start discussing," Zeus answers.

Fuck. I'd rather die than walk with him right now. Malice releases his grip on me, followed by a quick kiss to the top of my head and walks toward the adjacent room. The guys follow him, so now it's just me and Zeus.

I try to walk ahead of Zeus, but my heels don't allow a very quick pace, so he catches up quite quickly. We walk in silence towards the hall, until we round the corner.

Zeus turns his body and pins me against the wall. His hand raises to touch my hair. I shudder as his skin contacts mine. His gravelly voice whispers, "Malice has good taste. It's a shame that you two can't last, but maybe I can take his place."

Through my teeth, I reject his advances, "Never! The only way I would ever willingly touch you, is to drag your dead body to an early grave."

"Slow down princess. I think you'll grow to love me one your little boyfriend is out of the picture," Zeus replied.

"Get the fuck off of her!" someone called out from the side of us. I instantly reached for the pistol on my thigh and pressed it against Zeus' stomach.

To my left I see another pistol pointing at Zeus' head. Zeus threw his hands above his head and backed away. I aimed the gun directly between his eyes and took a step towards the man on my left.

"I got this. Go get Malice, get out of here," Luke commands. "Go Summer!"

I drop gun to my side and run towards the door. I'm surprising myself with the speed I can get in heels with some adrenaline. I may be able to fight in heels, but I didn't think running was also possible.

When I reach the door, I use my hip to open it while still keeping a firm grip on the pistol. Ahead of me are about 70 men staring directly at me. "Malice, we are leaving!" I shout.

"Why? Darling, what happened?" Malice questions while standing up. He starts walking towards me, and suddenly I see about 30 different gun barrels aimed directly at me. Malice's men respond by aiming back at them.

I raise my gun with Malice's father in the center of the sights. "Your horny brother happened," I respond while Malice moves to my side and aims his pistol in similar fashion.

"Did he touch you?" he says under his breath.

"Luke has it covered. Let's get this handled and leave," I demand.

"Ok, but we will be talking about this later," he responds. He then raises his voice and commands throughout the room, "Tell your men to drop their weapons!"

"Now why would I do that?" his father replies.

"Either you surrender, or all of your men will be on the floor within five seconds. You on the other hand, will watch them drop one by one and then you will follow with two gunshots to the chest. One from me, and one from my girl," Malice threatens.

His father's stare darkens before his response, "You all are now under the command of Malice. Take your assigned vehicles with you... I'm proud of you Malice." Following his remarks, he turns behind himself and disappears into the crowd.

"Weapons down! Follow," Malice commands the group before picking me up bridle style and heading through the door. I tuck my head into his chest and allow him to carry me away.

In the corner of my eye, I see Luke exit the hallway with dark red staining the white shirt beneath his suit jacket. I mouth the words, "Thank you."

He probably couldn't tell what I said, but he nods in response nevertheless. With all loose ends tied, I close my eyes and fall asleep to the rhythm of Malice's heartbeat.