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J O L I E N

Get out of the car, Jolien!" Malio ordered, punctuating those words with a loud bang on the hood. I flinched involuntarily and stared through the windshield at his angry face. I had never seen him like this - and I had experienced some outbursts of anger.

I saw Brandon lock the door before Malio could reach it. "Brandon, you dirty asshole, open the fucking door!" I heard him yell angrily as he shook the car door.

Realizing that it was going nowhere, Malio kicked off the side mirror, cursing. I clapped my hands over my mouth in horror.

"What's wrong with your sick friend!" Brandon yelled at me, glancing frantically at Malio, who had meanwhile returned to the driver's door.

"I'll talk to him," but before I could even get out of the car, Brandon did something that couldn't have been more stupid. He grabbed my hand. Had he completely lost his mind?

"You can't go out there, he's going to hurt you!" he said in a serious voice when I looked at his hand, which had wrapped an iron grip on my wrist. "What are you doing? Let go of me!", but it was too late, Malio had long since noticed.

He slapped the window pane angrily and I was afraid Brandon might have made things worse by doing that.

"On your own responsibility, Jolien. But don't say I didn't warn you!" Brandon let go of me to start the car.

I opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car to yell over the roof at Malio, "Are you insane?" He stopped trying to force the door off its pegs and gave me an even more angry look. "Me? What. What?" are you doing in that wanker's car? Are you serious?"

"Can you calm down for now?" He gave me a stunned look and I noticed the dangerous twinkle in his eyes. "Calm down? My God, Jolien. You have no idea what I'm going to do with that little bastard now!"

"What do you mean?" I asked uncertainly as he pounded on the window like a madman. "Get out, you freak!" He finally stopped, but the hope was short-lived as he reached for the gun.

Fear and panic boiled up in me so quickly that I feared that the emotional burden would tear me completely into the bottomless pit. I wanted to stop him. I had to stop him! But his gaze was no longer aimed at me. His gaze was fixed on Brandon.

The seconds in which Malio pressed the gun against the window pane stretched into minutes and I expected an end at any moment.

"Malio!" I yelled his name, but he didn't even notice me and turned back to Brandon, "Get out of the car, Brandon!" His free palm slammed against the glass again.

"Drive, Brandon!" I yelled at him. Malio glared at me angrily and swung back. Glass shattered in a deafening roar before spilling out in fine crystals all over the asphalt.

Before I could even react, Malio had reached through the shattered window and grabbed Brandon by the collar. "Now you have a chance to open that fucking door and fight like a man, or I'll blow your stupid brains out right here!" Malio growled so loudly it sent chills down my spine.

"And you," he lifted his gaze and his cold blue eyes met mine. As sharp and hard as if I were cutting myself on the edge of a diamond, "You stay where you are or he's dead instantly!"

My feet obeyed, even though part of me didn't want it to. There was something in his voice that made me stop.

Everyone had told me Malio was dangerous. I had never seen it, or didn't want to see it - until now. His entire demeanor gave me an idea of ​​just how menacing he really was. How willing he was to take other people's lives.

"Malio, please! He didn't do anything!" I tried to calm him down, which obviously made Brandon laugh. Facing death seemed to make him brave - because he freed himself from Malio's grip, opened the door and stepped outside .

The glass crunched under his feet as he stood right in front of Malio and asked just as aggressively, "What the fuck, Malio? You know I can offer her more, so you pull that off. You see me as competition. Are jealous because you know that my cock would fuck her better. But you know what, Malio.." Brandon exchanged a quick look with me. "..maybe I already have!"

The blow came so suddenly that Brandon couldn't even react to it. A clean, straight shot that many would have knocked out, but not Brandon.

He got to his feet, spat blood on the floor and laughed out loud. As I started to move, Malio lifted his gaze and squinted at me. "Stay where you are!"

"Malio, it's not what you think it is!" I tried to defuse the situation, even though I didn't even know what he was thinking. But it seemed like a good try. Apparently he didn't see it that way, because his eyes narrowed further and the next blow caught Brandon hard in the temple.

He fell to the ground as the pistol butt hit him so hard I swore I heard every bone in his face snap.

"Stop it!" Half crying, half screaming, I ran around the car and clutched his arm as he lashed out again. "You're killing him, MALIO!" He paused. Finally.

"Who cares?" he gasped out of breath. "Me!" "Because you like him?" he snorted, pulling his arm away from me and bringing it down on Brandon's face a second time.

"No, because I love you! I know you're not!" "Wrong." Malio rose in one fluid motion, almost throwing me off balance. "Wrong, Jolie. That was me, that's me and that's what I always will be. This and much worse. you think you know me, you don't even know yourself!"

Malio glanced at Brandon, who turned sideways, spitting blood, and crawled to his car before looking back at me. "I want to kill him because the thought of him touching you is driving me insane!"

I took a step towards him but he shook his head. Maybe he was afraid he would hurt me if I took a step towards him now. A step into his world ruled by death, blood and hatred.

"What's going on here?" Gray had stuck his head out of the window and was eyeing us questioningly. Malio looked over his shoulder. I noticed that one of his eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Malio, what's the matter? Jolien, why is your boyfriend beating up Brandon?" Gray ruffled his hair in confusion and switched looks between Brandon, Malio, and me.

"Keep your hands off her! I'm warning you, next time you're dead!" Malio turned to Brandon, although I didn't even know if he even noticed - because he was leaning against his car and had his eyes closed. Maybe they were so closed swollen that he could no longer open them.

Disgusted, Malio spat at his feet and then purposefully walked towards me. Roughly he grabbed my wrist to pull me into the darkness, straight in the direction of the hotel.

****

Let me go, Malio!" "Shut up." I gasped in disgust. "How are you talking to me?" He looked over his shoulder at me, the corners of his mouth twitching dangerously.

"How do I talk to you?" he repeated calmly, and just the sound of his voice made me shudder. I nodded tentatively and tugged at my arm, but Malio's grip was too iron to even give me a second of breath.

"I'll talk to you any way I want!" he growled dangerously before snorting and shaking his head in disbelief, as if taking my question as cheek.

I studied his hard features for a moment. He was still so angry I could almost feel the explosive charge coursing through his veins.

We reached the lobby and to my relief there was no one in the large, dome-like room, save for a couple of business people who were about to head to the bar for an evening trip and the woman behind the desk.

But Malio didn't seem particularly interested in all that. Just as little as the fact that he soiled the snow-white floor with his blood or that the receptionist eyed us questioningly. I tried to reassure her that everything was okay with an apologetic look - even though I didn't even know if everything was okay.

She looked away, embarrassed, and I saw her pick up the phone without dialing a number.

As far as the elevators, Malio didn't say a word or loosen his grip. It wasn't until the silver doors opened and he pushed me into the glass elevator that he let go of my arm to stand in front of me. Intuitively, I took a step back, bumping into the huge mirror.

"Why?" It was just one word, but his voice couldn't have been harsher and sharper. As were his features. In that moment, he was both beautiful and dangerous. And I knew I was in trouble.. .

"Why, what?" I asked cautiously, not knowing exactly which of his countless questions this _Why_ was referring to. "Why didn't you tell me?" he substantiated his question.

"Because you wouldn't have accepted it." "Are you serious?" I looked away. It hurt me to look into his cold, ice-blue eyes and to know that this hardness was meant for me.

"Are you fucking serious?" he repeated his question, but I continued to stare at the floor numbers behind him and nodded slightly.

I felt him tense up, the anger that was still there boiling up inside him again, only milliseconds from boiling over.

"Look at me!" I heard him say. It wasn't a request, I knew that, and my disobedience was sure to irritate him more, but I couldn't look into those eyes. Those cold, hard eyes. It would mean mine, too destroy the last spark of self-esteem in one fell swoop.

"Look at me!" Malio repeated his words. The mixture of command and threat was tangible now. Each word oozed with pure power - but even that didn't make me raise my head.

I prayed that those damn doors would finally open. I was dizzy and Malio's overwhelming aura, driven by violence, hate and anger, took over every corner of the elevator. With every second that passed, she seemed to grow stronger and want to break my will entirely.

I registered his movement much too late. The left step he took to stop the elevator. I lifted my head for the first time in minutes, seeking his gaze, but by then he had closed the distance between us and had a firm grip on my chin. "I told you to look at me!"

"And I've told you before that I'm not a dog. What do you want to hear? That I'm sorry? It doesn't and do you know why? Because it's my family! It's my dad who has lied to me for years and you don't have a bloody right to treat me like that!" Before I could think about it, the words were out.

His gaze was blank on my face as he lifted my chin. "Be careful what you say. Don't act like I don't care at all! Like I don't care about your life!" I snorted, mustering up the last of the courage that was dormant in the depths of my soul. "Fuck you!

His fist hit the mirror and I jumped in surprise as the breeze hit my face.

"Your solo efforts are getting on my nerves, Jolien! You make me angry. You need to start seeing the consequences of your actions! You must finally realize that you are endangering the lives of others. yours mine. And even those of my friends. Everything is woven into your actions and you still think you can do whatever you want!" I could feel him struggling to regain his composure, but I also knew that the path was very narrow and that everything changes in a matter of seconds could.

"It's your fault Lynn fled, it's your fault Rash is in the hospital with serious injuries, it's your fault I turned my back on my family and it's your fault I hurt Brandon like this !" "I know..", I fought back the tears, the guilt and the bad conscience. But there was so much more that weighed on my heart like an insurmountable burden.

"Don't interrupt me!" Malio growled coldly while continuing his monologue undeterred: "Because despite all of this, I'm still here, even though I have every right in the world to leave you. Because you just don't think!" I noticed out of the corner of my eye how the blood ran down the glass and a small pool was already collecting on the floor.

"I have a question for you, Jolien. Was it all worth it?” “Yes,” I breathed. Now I couldn't hold back the tears. They ran down my face in hot streams, dried up somewhere in his hand while he banged the mirror again with the other and cursed loudly.

Something splintered, filling the elevator with an unbearable noise.

After Malio turned away to start the elevator moving, I said something I should have said to him yesterday.

"My father..." my voice cracked and he didn't seem to care at all.

I quickly swallowed back the new onslaught of tears that I didn't even know why they broke so violently over me. Maybe it was the pent-up feelings that were now surfacing, or Malio's words that caused the dams to burst.

But I understood that I finally had to tell him what I found out so that he wouldn't really turn away from me anymore. Judging from his behavior and especially from the announcement he had just made me, I could well imagine that. And the thought of losing him worried me the most. It was much more extreme than the fear of confronting my father.

"My father works for the Chinese!" I finally managed to choke through tears. I was expecting everything, but not when he stopped mid-movement and slowly turned to face me.

Saying it out loud was hard. Much harder than I expected, but what really scared me was the feeling that grabbed me at that moment. My throat tightened and I gasped for air.

"Jolien?" Malio sounded worried. The hardness had drained from his face, but I couldn't focus on it now as the oncoming panic attack threatened to faint in the darkness.

I gasped desperately for air, but all that happened was my chest tightened even more.

"Calm down!" Malio had stepped closer again and had his hands on my face. The feeling of suffocating every second became so intense that tears of fear welled up in my eyes, which made everything worse.

"Jolien, babe, calm down. Please. We can do this. I'm here..." But his voice barely got through to me.

When everything around me threatened to go black, Malio pressed his lips to mine. Hard and possessive.

It worked. My heartbeat slowed a bit and I gasped away, finally getting my lungs to breathe the air they so desperately craved.

The kiss not only calmed me down, it also awakened this deep, irrepressible longing for him. i wanted him so much

Without thinking about it, I grabbed the back of his neck and brought my lips back to his. Automatically I brought my hands into his thick black hair and parted my lips to greet his tongue with delight. I moaned as longingly as he did when they finally found each other.

His hands wandered from my face down to the clasp of my jacket. He quickly pulled the zipper down without taking his eyes off me for a second.

I cocked my head to give him better access to my neck as he slipped my jacket off my shoulders. Only seconds later I had also freed him from his coat and carelessly thrown him into the corner.

I was aware that he had put the elevator back into service, and yet I was tempted to be taken by him here. The danger of getting caught fueled my fire even more and my middle tingled with anticipation.

"Should I stop him again?" Malio asked, correctly interpreting my hesitation but misunderstanding it. I shook my head take! Here and now!"

"Damn girl," he whispered excitedly and I watched his hand move towards my pants. Hesitantly and slowly at first - but the ice in his eyes had long since melted and been replaced by lust.

He wanted it as much as I did. Wanted to take me here as well.

I pushed my pelvis towards him and he cursed under his breath, already feeling his cock pressing hard against his pants.

My hands went to his belt buckle and I undid it impatiently. Finally his hand slipped into my panties and I moaned excitedly.

"Fuck, you're already so wet.", he shoved two fingers inside me and I saw my face flushed with excitement in the mirror. He noticed it too and whispered: "Have you ever seen yourself having sex?", I shook my head without taking my eyes off my reflection. It aroused me even more and the idea of ​​him taking me made me even wetter, which Malio noticed immediately with a low moan.

"Stop playing Malio and take me!" I said irritably and hastily pushed down his pants. "Take them off!" he ordered in a throaty voice and pointed to my jeans.

The thought of being downstairs without being in a hotel elevator made me pause for a moment, to which Malio responded with a click. "Shall I do it?" he challenged, a seductive smile forming on his face, "Then I will you but lick first."

I sighed and pulled my jeans and panties off my legs. It was only seconds before Malio picked me up and pressed my back against the mirror.

He held me in place with his thigh while penetrating me with a deep thrust. Again and again he thrust into me violently, taking possession of every inch of my insides.

"Malio!" I clutched his back, unable to take my eyes off the beguiling movement in the opposite mirror.

I moaned his name repeatedly - almost like a plea that he should never stop. Should never stop owning me completely.

He gyrated his hips in addition to his thrusts, sweat dripping down his forehead and his wet breath brushing my neck as he kissed it tenderly.

Our eyes met through the opposite mirrors and I felt him harden. "Fuck," he moaned, and his thrusts became even more intense. Even deeper. Even more engaging.

I rushed towards my climax at an unbelievable speed and the feeling that was building up in me and steadily increasing in intensity was almost unbearable.

Malio thrust harder and harder, alternately watching my face, our reflection, and the place where our bodies joined.

"You're mine, Jolien! Just me!" His lips pressed hard against mine. A kiss that left no doubt about his words.

A kiss that caused my heated core to tighten rhythmically around his cock.

I threw my head back, half moaning, half screaming his name, and he just kept penetrating me, prolonging my orgasm.

"Look in the mirror! Watch me make you cum!" he gasped between his hard thrusts.

I fixed my eyes on our reflection. "Oh god.." I clutched his shoulders as I was swept away by what was probably the most intense orgasm of my life.

His deep moans mingled with the noises our wet bodies were making.

I felt his cock pulsing inside me. "I fucking love you!" he moaned in my ear as the contracture of my prolonged orgasm dragged him along.

Away, into another world that seemed outside of this sphere.

Completely out of breath and shaking all over, I collapsed over Malio's trembling upper body.

He gently grabbed my hip and growled softly, "Damn girl!" A satisfied smile crossed my lips at these words and I rested my head on his shoulder, exhausted.

I was so drained all of a sudden that I wasn't sure if I could make my way to the room.

"Is our fight always supposed to end like this?" I heard him questioning. His breath brushed my ear lightly and this sudden closeness was enough to send a pleasant shudder through my entire body. A spark of normality that made me breathe out a sigh of relief.

I could still hear the underlying anger in his voice, but there was something else, too. concern and deep affection.

The elevator doors opened with a soft and penetrating melody before I could even answer his question. Cursing softly, he grabbed his boxer shorts and then his coat to hang over my shoulders. It was long and reached above my knees.

As if in slow motion, he closed the buttons, occasionally lingering a few seconds too long to look at my half-naked body. When Malio then knelt down unnecessarily to fasten the buttons in the height of my still exposed midsection, I blushed with embarrassment. "Perfect. You're just perfect through and through." I heard him murmur in awe.

While he gathered up the remaining clothes that were still scattered around the elevator, I leaned against the mirror and closed my eyes.

"Everything okay?" he asked after a while. I opened my eyes only reluctantly, which I found extremely difficult at the moment. A deep, inner tiredness had spread through me and strictly refused any further physical exertion - and that Opening the eyes was apparently also part of it.

Finally winning the fight against my inner protests, I clung to Malio's arm for support. I had to focus on every step I took. Thank goodness our room was only a few steps from the elevator - if it was still our room at all.

Malio sounded so damn angry I wasn't so sure about this anymore.

I watched him silently as he fished the room card out of his pocket, opened the door, and carefully but firmly pushed me over to the bed.

Exhausted, I sat down on it while he took a water from the minibar and filled it into a glass. Before he disappeared into the bathroom, he handed me the glass and I emptied it in one gulp.

I heard him turn on the faucet and a moment later step out with a towel. He handed it to me silently and disappeared into the bathroom one more time, presumably tending to the wounds on his hands while I cleaned up what was left of our slip.

After a while he came back into the room with a bandaged hand. Although I wondered whether he had the bandages beforehand, since that was certainly not on a hotel checklist, I decided not to ask more specifically. Maybe people like Malios had a first aid kit with them. In any case, it wouldn't surprise me.

He leaned silently against the windowsill and eyed me for a few seconds. When I avoided his gaze, he asked harshly, "Are you going to finally tell me what exactly happened?" Again I was silent, causing him to breathe out annoyed.

"Jolien, let's talk now. And I don't care how exhausted you are." I nodded, fully aware that I had to tell him the truth about my father.

"It's important!" he urged impatiently when minutes later I couldn't say a word. I knew it was important - but it was still so damn difficult.

"Did you tell him?" Malio's voice suddenly broke the silence. A question that made me look back at him. "You mean Brandon?" He nodded and squinted at me. I sighed, not understanding his jealousy.

"Just answer the question." "No, Malio, I didn't tell him anything." "Then why was he there?" "Why does that bother you so much?" He groaned in annoyance and obviously wondered if he owed me an answer to this question.

Apparently he felt it was necessary because he cleared his throat and said, "I can't stand the way he's looking at you. He interprets everything from you as confirmation. You know he's into you?" "Yes, but...." "And then you still go there with him? With him? I should have been by your side As your _fucking_ friend, it would be my job, not his! I should have caught you. Me, Jolien!" I was beginning to understand his anger. He just wanted to be there for me and now, over what happened with Brandon, he had felt completely left out.

Lost in thought, I grabbed my wrist - right at the spot he had grabbed and was now not only slightly red but also throbbing uncomfortably.

"I am sorry. Please don't hate me! I couldn't bear to lose you again!" my voice dropped to a low whisper. Malio was still standing leaning against the windowsill and it almost seemed like he was looking right through me.

After what felt like an eternity, he woke up from his trance and looked at me blankly. "What? hate you?"

He nonchalantly detached himself from the windowsill and took a step towards me while I tried to fight back the tears that were rising. Tears that inexorably made their way out of my inside. The deep disappointment I wanted to express, so that I could finally feel something other than this all-consuming sadness.

He stopped in front of me and reached out his right hand to my face. His fingertips gently touched my skin. Every inch he gently stroked tingled under his gossamer touch.

"I'll never hate you, no matter how many times you drive me insane. No matter how many times you make stupid decisions or hurt me." Malio murmured softly while I was lost in his ice blue eyes. I let out a breath of relief that I hadn't even realized I had stopped in the first place.

"I did not mean to make you angry. I just wanted to find out if what Lynn said is true." "And did you find anything?" I nodded and looked away as the memory of what I had seen haunted me, like a ghost wreaking havoc on its tormentors themselves death.

"Tell me what you found out," Malio prompted with a serious expression.

Our eyes met again. It was a long, intense look that finally gave me the courage to tell him everything.