Malice's Soul

neck from side to side, it makes a loud popping noise. “I say we let Ally do her thing with Bambi. Let Mario here watch and see if he caves.”
“Sounds good, but give me a chance at him,” I say, getting a nod right away from Hammer.
“Have at it, VP,” he states, motioning me to the man who’s hanging off to the side with his arms and legs stretched to the sides due to the chains holding him suspended in the air like a sacrifice to the Gods.
I’m not a man who believes in there being one particular person, but I do think there’s some sort of higher power. Either way, I find him being like this amusing and entertaining.
I make my way over to him, casting a sneer in Bambi’s direction as she stares in horror at her stepbrother. I notice Ally’s not far from Bambi as she stands with her ol’ man’s arm around her.
Focusing my attention on the asshole who thought he could waltz right onto the club’s property. I take him in, finding him to be pathetic. Didn’t matter if he was a bulky size or not. “Do you know who I am?” I demand.
“Yeah, I know who you are, dickhead,” Mario smarts off.
Grinning maliciously, I tilt my head to look to Hammer, getting the nod of approval before he speaks. “Ally, sweetheart, why don’t you go check on your son for a little while. We’ll call you in here if we need you,” he suggests, getting a nod from his niece in return as she places her hand on her stomach, and I notice she’s got a small bump in front of her.
“Sure, Uncle Hammer. The smell in here is getting to me anyway,” she says, casting an evil eye on Bambi. “I suggest you start talking to them because if I come back in here, not only will I throw up on you due to the stench, but I’ll also make you suffer every last minute until your last breath.”
Several brothers chuckle as Burner pulls his ol’ lady into his arms and gives her a kiss. “Go rest, Firefly,” he mutters to his ol’ lady.
Without another word, the woman leaves on silent feet. If I hadn’t watched her leave, I wouldn’t have thought she’d actually done it.
“Alright, Malice have at it,” Hammer remarks.
Nodding, I turn my attention back to the man hanging in front of me. “If you actually knew who the fuck I was, you wouldn’t have called me a dickhead,” I say, my voice filled with malice as I flash a hand up to wrap it around his throat and squeeze.
Mario’s eyes widen as his face starts to turn red from the lack of oxygen flowing to his brain. “You know a person can die with just the slightest pressure to their throat,” I state informatively. “Too bad you’re not gonna die just yet.”
“Stop,” Bambi screams from across the room.
“Shut the fuck up,” Dagger snaps.
Releasing Mario’s throat, he coughs, gasping for air.
I grasp the handle of my hunting knife and toss it in the air a few times, feeling the weight of the metal in my hands. Giving Mario a wicked grin, I look over my shoulder to his sister. “You wanna tell us why you tried to kill my kids?” I ask, lifting the blade up to Mario’s chest and slice through his shirt, cutting into his flesh as I do so, causing the man to scream like a fuckin’ girl.
“Stop. Stop. Stop,” Bambi cries.
“No,” I state and lift the blade to slice along Mario’s arm. “How about you, asshole? You wanna tell me why your cunt of a sister tried to kill my kids?”
“Fuck you,” he grinds out.
“No thanks. I have an ol’ lady who I can sink my cock into,” I quip.
“That bitch is nothing just like those bastards,” Bambi screeches, causing my blood to freeze in my veins further.
“You wanna repeat that,” I snarl, pressing the blade deeper into Mario’s flesh. The pussy cries out in pain.
“You were supposed to be mine,” she snaps, tears falling over her cheeks. “You weren’t supposed to have kids with her. You were supposed to have me. I was to carry your child. Me. Not that stupid, little, fat bitch.”
This bitch is gonna fuckin’ die for that shit.
“What do you mean it was supposed to be you?” Hammer demands.
“Keep your fuckin’ mouth shut, Bambi,” Mario yells, earning himself another slash from my knife.
“I’d suggest you start talking before my brother here is sent to get my sister,” Hades sneers, stepping forward, “You think what she said was simply a threat, it wasn’t. She’ll gut you and leave your entrails for the animals to devour.”
Gunner moves and gets in Bambi’s face. “Better yet, you don’t talk. I’ll make sure you get a far worse treatment than death. Not even those in Tartarus would recognize you as I skin you alive like a buck hanging from a grappling hook. Where my brothers would have mercy and let a woman take you out, I won’t. You may have tits and a cunt, but that’s all appearance. You’re nothing but a fuckin’ psycho bitch that needs to be put down before you give us rabies.”
Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my brother look this pissed.
Bambi’s face pales and Mario continues to yell at her through the pain. I turn my focus back to him and grin. “How about I do the same to you?” I ask while sinking my knife into his thigh. Mario screams out in agonizing pain as I twist the knife into him.
Releasing the handle of the blade, a thought coming to me. Moving around him, Mario starts talking. He tells us about my uncle and the debt they owe him. How my uncle wanted Bambi to kill my kids, get pregnant with my child, and then find a way to get rid of me. Mario continued speaking as I pick up the torch and turn it on. Evidently, my mother had