Page 4 of Justice For Me

“You don’t have to do this, Malachi. I won’t be angry or disappointed in you,” Dante said as soon as the director had high-tailed it out of the room. “I can read you so easy, brother. You think I’m going to be upset with you or think less of you if you don’t do this. You are wrong…as usual. I’ve told you a million times, there isn’t anything you can do to change how I feel about you. You are my brother, Malachi.”

Malachi rolled his eyes and had to picture Chloe, Jasper’s dog, being cooked alive to keep from crying after Dante’s declaration. He still couldn’t believe how his small group could actually love him the way they did. They all knew where he came from,whohe came from, but loved him, nonetheless. Oh, fuck. He had to be PMSing. He’d heard that a man got on a woman’s cycle when they spent time together. Fucking perfect. He didn’t even have a damn tampon in his pocket.

“I’m not just being a cold bastard, Dante,” he argued. “It just makes me fucking sick to think about leaving Megan right now. We need…let’s just say we need to be together right now.” He plopped down in his chair and allowed his head to smack against the table with a resounding thud. “Things aren’t going so well.”

Dante sighed. Everybody in the castle knew about the problems Malachi and Megan were currently having. Hell, everybody in the castle except for Malachi and Megan had known, early in the relationship that there would be problems between them because they were both dominant sexual lovers. Malachi had spent his entire adult life with a submissive lover bending to his will, accepting his whip and sexual darkness, but no one had ever meant anything to him. They are all simply a means of sexual gratification, nothing more. Then, out of fucking nowhere, during Jasper’s rescue, Megan had sauntered into the picture and wrapped the alpha Dom around her tiny pinky with only one look from her pretty blue eyes. Malachi had fallen in love instantly and he had fallen fucking hard. Megan had been victim to the same love bite and there should have been a ‘happily ever after’ in their lives…but it looked more like two alphas grappling for control and neither of them were willing to hand the reins over. Megan was, unfortunately, just as dominant in the bedroom as Malachi. The idiots had thought they could just live a nice vanilla lifestyle where they fucked missionary style every night and whispered ‘I love you’ every morning. The ‘I love you’ worked out just fine. Vanilla, not so much.

So, what happens when you have two sexually dominant people in a relationship and neither of them have an itsy bitsy ounce of submission in them? Fucking hell on earth, that’s what happens. It was fucking hell on earth for everyone within a ten mile radius, which included every person residing at the castle. To sum it up, fucking hell on earth for all of them…with no end in sight.

Malachi might not think he and Megan needed a break, but everybody else sure as hell needed one! Something needed to distract one of them from their ongoing, never-ending, around-the-clock grapple for power and dominance.

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘leaving Megan’? The director said he wanted Justice here, where it was safe, with you acting as his bodyguard twenty-four, seven.”

Malachi started shaking his head immediately. “No way is that going to happen. I’m not doing anything that might bring danger back to our door. If I babysit this kid, I’m taking him somewhere far away from you guys. I refuse to put any of you at risk because the prick couldn’t keep it in his pants and hired a fucking prostitute on the worst possible fucking day.”

Dante was actually terrified to say what he was about to say, but somebody had to toss it out there. “You know, Malachi, time apart might be good for you and Megan right now. You both need some time to reevaluate things and see where your relationship is headed.”

“Don’t you dare fucking say that, Dante Jericho,” Malachi hissed in a deadly voice that he used on a daily basis, but never with Dante or Megan. “I love Megan and she loves me. Don’t ever doubt it.”

Malachi noted that Dante had the saddest look that he’d ever seen on his friend’s face. When Jasper had been taken, Malachi had seen Dante look furious, frustrated, angry, hopeful, and terrified but never this…sad. It was like he thought all hope was lost. He was wrong though. The love he and Megan had for one another could withstand anything. It had to.

“Sometimes love isn’t enough, Malachi. You are both dominant in the bedroom. I know that you want to be able to forget about your love and desire to be sexually dominant just so you don’t go head to head with Megan, but you can’t live that way…not for very long. Sex is a huge part of a relationship. If you both aren’t finding gratification, it won’t last very long.”

“You’re wrong, Dante. Megan and I will work this out. I can be the man she wants me to be, the man she needs me to be,” he vowed. “I’ll do this job for you and for the director but when I get back home, there won’t be anything in the world that I’ll let come between me and the woman I love.”

“I hope so, friend. I hope so,” Dante answered softly. It was painfully clear to Malachi that Dante didn’t believe there was a snowball’s chance in Hell of it working out between him and Megan but that damn well wasn’t going to be the case, not this time. Growing up with Nicholas as his father had led to him living a miserably lonely existence in the love department…until Megan. He would not fuck this up.

Chapter 3

Justice saw Malachi and was shocked to find his new babysitter was probably only a few years older than him. Handsome, in a threatening and intimidating way, he acted as if a smile had never ever threatened to creep across his face before and that crossing him was not a viable option…if one wanted to continue breathing through their nose. Thankfully, unlike his FBI escorts, he was dressed in a black T-shirt that hugged his upper torso like a second skin, tight jeans, and biker boots. The whole badass vibe apparently went for his clothes as well as his chiseled features and muscled torso. His inky black hair was cut rather short and Justice suspected that was merely just another way for him to exhibit complete fucking control over everything. The only wild, untamed attribute about the guy was his crazy-ass purple eyes. Normally, he would have to tease another guy about getting zapped by God with such a girlie feature, but he suspected a comment like that could very well lead to him getting his ass kicked in a verymanlysort of way. Yep, Malachi and his six-foot-and-much-more muscled frame looked like a no-nonsense, I-don’t-fucking-smile type of guy.

Perfect. Wouldn’t that just blend perfectly with his high-energy always looking for a good time persona?

Oh, yea, dude was fucking gorgeous too. He was so not gay, but Malachi was the type of dude to send out enough pheromones to suck males and females into his sexual vortex.

Justice wanted to make a joke about nearly swooning from all Malachi’s testosterone filled manly beauty, but a cold, hard stare from the icy violet eyes left him biting his bottom lip to keep any words from slipping through the barrier. This was so going to be the longest month of his fucking life. This guy was as cold as he was beautiful and if Justice wasn’t mistaken, the dude already totally hated him.

“Here’s your babysitting job, Kurzenkova,” one of the FBI idiots said with a smirk and wink. “Have fun.” The fucking moron worked for his dad and still didn’t demonstrate common courtesy by pretending to care if he lived or died. Of course there was still the possibility that they were pretty pissed at him for the whole whorehouse incident. There was no doubt his dad had ripped them a new one for letting him shake them so easily. At the moment, he kind of felt like they deserved anything his dad might have done to them. Babysitting job, his ass.

“Fuck off, Linkous,” Justice countered as he watched Malachi frown at him but then blessed the agent with a slight chin lift like they were sharing some common joke…him.

“Yea, yea, Conners. You better be a good boy for this one,” Linkous nodded in Malachi’s direction. “He takes babysitting very serious and isn’t at all, from what I’ve heard, afraid to use corporal punishment when necessary.”

Justice felt a spark shoot straight to his gut after Linkous’ threat.What the hell did that even mean?

“You’re late, kid. Let’s go,” Malachi ordered gruffly. Another chin lift to the agents and he turned on his heel and strode away, fully expecting the kid to follow him obediently.

Justice frowned. Paused. Frowned again. “Hey! What the fuck?”

When he caught up to his babysitter, he griped, “I’m hungry, dude. Can we grab a bite before catching our next flight?” He couldn’t help but notice how people seemed to politely step aside to allow the grouchy asshole to waltz right through them like he was the only fucker in the airport.

“You should have been early if you wanted to take extra time to eat. Since you were late, we both get to go hungry.”

Since he suspected his words would piss the kid off, Malachi was prepared for the reaction. So when the kid dug his heels in to stop and argue, Malachi merely grabbed his upper arm and forcefully dragged him through the busy airport. He didn’t want this babysitting job and he definitely wasn’t in the mood to tolerate any spoiled brat temper tantrums. His first look at the kid had told him all he needed to know…pretty boy was used to using his looks and boyish charm to get his way about every fucking thing he did.

“For fuck’s sake, dude, I’m like four minutes late and that’s the airline’s fault, not mine, asshole!”

“I could care less whose fault it is, kid. All I know is that you’re going to be the one to pay the price.” He gripped the kid’s upper arm, surprised by the lean, defined muscles dancing beneath his fingers, and maintained his steady pace through the thick crowd of people. He’d already gotten several looks from folks, letting him know they were considering dialing 911 because they thought he was abducting pretty boy. He hated crowds…hell, he hated people. Getting them through this mess and onto Dante’s private jet was his main focus at the moment.

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