Free Malice's Possession by Jenika Snow Page B

only a little after nine in the morning there were a few guys already at the bar with beers in front of them. Malice waited for his vision to clear, and then scanned the bar until he saw the motherfucker that was currently whispering in some skank’s ear. Malice lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on the man that would soon see what it felt like to be at the mercy of someone bigger than him. Blood pumped hard and fast through him, and the testosterone and endorphins that moved through his veins made his muscles swell with the need for violence. Malice took a step forward, but when the action caused a floorboard to creak under his weight it had the patrons in the bar to stop what they were doing and stare at him as if they had just realized his presence. Just as quickly as they looked at him they turned back to their drinks. But the one person that he had all of his attention on hadn’t even so much as blinked in Malice’s direction.
    Malice moved further into the room, and kept going until he was only a foot away from Phillip. Malice stood there for several seconds as the girl on Phillip’s lap giggled and ran her fingers over the collar of his jacket. But Malice didn’t move, didn’t even breathe as he waited for this bastard to realize he wasn’t alone. His knuckles ached from clenching his hands so tightly, and when Phillip finally looked over at him, Malice let a sadistic smile cover his face. All the things he wanted to do to this bastard played through his mind.
    “ What the fuck you want?” There was an almost disgusted tone in Phillip’s voice, and Malice knew this guy thought he was some kind of big shit in this town. And maybe he was, but Malice didn’t give a fuck either way. He didn’t know Malice, but he would know soon enough what he was capable of.
    Malice could have said a bunch of shit in response, but he didn’t bother. This little prick would know plenty once Malice was finished with him.
    Phillip pushed the woman off of his lap and slowly stood. “Is there something on your mind, asshole?”
    Malice looked at the bandage that was wrapped around the side of Phillip ’s neck, and his already turbulent emotions went even higher. He wanted blood, wanted to break this fucker’s bones, and wanted to do it all because he had dared to hurt Adrianna. “Looks like you ran into some bad luck.” He didn’t phrase it like a question, and when his gaze locked with Phillip’s it was to see the little asshole was grinning.
    “This?” He pointed to his neck, and then shrugged. “The cause of this problem will be dealt with very soon.”
    They stared at each other in silence for several seconds, and Malice could feel the other man’s anger as if it was his own. Good, he wanted this motherfucker to be pissed, because there was no satisfaction in a fight that wasn’t two-sided.
    “So, unless you got something else to say instead of trying to sweet-talk me and delving into my business, I suggest you move the hell along.”
    Malice forced himself to relax his hands and turn around and go to the bar. He’d wait this prick out, and when he did confront him they wouldn’t have an audience. The pain he delivered to Phillip would be a pleasure that rivaled all others. He rested his forearms on the scarred counter of the bar and ordered a glass of water. The mirror right in front of him reflected the numerous bottles of liquor, but also gave him an unobstructed view of Phillip. He went back to necking with the bleached blonde woman, but after a shot of whiskey and a beer to chase it down, Phillip stood and all but pulled the blonde out with him. He did glance at Malice before he left, and that had Malice’s blood pumping harder and faster as his heart rate increased. Normally he just fucked someone up that needed a good ass kicking. He didn’t wait and didn’t care about people watching it, but this wasn’t his town, and he needed to watch his step, especially with all the crap happening with the