Chapter Thirty-Two: Mal
Mal gave Kaden his most reassuring smile and then turned the handle and pushed the door to the office open. He strode in, Kaden by his side.
The office was large and ornate. Plush gold carpeting covered the floors, one wall was covered in books, a couch sat to their right, a large metal and glass desk sat in the centre of the room. Two uncomfortable looking chairs sat in front of the desk. The desk was covered with a computer, phone and paperwork scattered all over.
Behind the desk in a large leather backed chair sat the woman Mal had travelled thousands of kilometres to confront.
She wasn't at all what Mal expected, then again, he didn't really know what he expected. She sat tall and regal in her chair, long wavy blonde hair cascaded down around her. Her features were sharp and angular, a nod to her Greek ancestry if her name was anything to go by. Her eyes were a stunning gold colour that made her look ethereal.
"At last we meet. I've been waiting quite a while for this," she said in a rich Aussie accent.
"If I'd known you were waiting for me I would have come sooner," Mal said, his tone flat. "You're a fucking Aussie?" he asked quickly after, having trouble dealing with that fact.
Cynthia laughed, the sound bright and harsh at the same time.
"I am, surprised?"
"You could say that."
"Why don't you take a seat Malcolm, we have much to discuss."
She waved to the chairs in front of her desk.
Mal didn't move.
She turned her attention to Kaden. "And you must be Kaden, Malcolm's….companion. You know you really shouldn't have let him drag you into this. People Malcolm loves tend to get dead."
Mal stiffened, as did Kaden beside him.
"Sit!" she barked.
"Fuck you, I'd rather stand," Mal spat back at her.
"Tut, tut, tut, young Malcolm, you really mustn't let your temper get the best of you." She smiled serenely at them, like they were old friends catching up over coffee.
Mal was finding it hard not to launch himself across the room and wrap his fingers around her scrawny little throat.
Mal took a deep breath to try and get his anger under control. Kaden placed his hand on Mal's arm, reminding him Kaden was there. When he could once again look at Cynthia without killing her he asked the question he'd travelled all this way to find out.
"Are you the person who gave the order to have my sister killed?"
Cynthia placed her elbows on the glass top of her desk, her fingers steepled in front of her face. Her nails were long and painted bright red, they looked like claws or talons to Mal. Her expression was thoughtful as she continued to watch him and Kaden.
"If I was to tell you no, would you believe me?” She finally asked after the silence in the room had stretched as long as it could.
"No," Mal said immediately.
"Clever boy." She grinned wickedly.
"Why'd you do it?" Mal asked, he already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.
"Your sister stuck her nose into too many things that didn't concern her. She was warned off repeatedly. She didn't listen so she had to be dealt with."
"Surely there was another way?" Mal asked.
"Poor naïve Malcolm. Death is the only way people learn."
"Well, apparently, I didn't get that memo." Mal stood glaring at the woman who'd ordered his sister's death. He wanted to kill her himself. Wanted to pull one of his knives and slit her throat, watch her life blood flow from her body, just like Anya's had.
Mal knew he wouldn't do it though. That wasn't who he was. He wasn't a cold-blooded killer. He'd take Cynthia in and hand her over to Akemi, and let her deal with the awful woman.
"You will. Sooner than you might think," Cynthia said as she stood, raised a gun Mal hadn't seen and fired it at Kaden.
Kaden gasped beside him as the bullet impacted his body, his hands clutched at his stomach as he collapsed to the ground.
Mal cried out as he fell to Kaden's side.
Kaden's face had gone deathly pale, his eyes impossibly wide. Blood was seeping from between his fingers as they tried to keep pressure on the wound. Mal placed his hand over Kaden's applying more pressure. Kaden groaned in pain at the added weight.
Mal blinked rapidly trying to hold back the tears. "Don’t you dare die on me Kaden. We haven't even begun to explore what's between us yet."
Mal pulled one of his knives and went to work cutting off a large piece of Kaden's pants to use as a pad. He would have happily used his own clothes but his leathers weren't really the ideal material to use.
Kaden smiled weakly at him, before groaning again. "Fuck that hurts," he gasped.
"I know. Just hold on, okay? I'll get us out of here. Trust me."
"I do." Kaden's words were whispered, making it hard for Mal to hear him over the blood pounding through his veins.
Mal leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to Kaden's pale lips. "Be right back."
Mal stood, his hands now covered in Kaden's blood and glared daggers at the bitch in front of him. "Let’s you and me dance, unless of course you're too much of a coward to go up against a lowly human without a gun?"
Mal dropped his own gun to the floor, his knives were still in their holsters, and unless the bitch pulled out her claws that's where they would stay.
The grin Cynthia sported could only be described as wicked. She placed the gun on the desk, cracked her neck from side to side then stepped out from behind the desk.
Mal wasn't fucking around he was going to bring this bitch down if it was the last thing he did.