Malice For as long as I can remember, I’ve only felt one thing—hatred. No other emotion has ever lived within the confines of my soul. On many occasions, I’ve been told I have no soul. Not that I give a damn. It only means I won’t get burned. Growing up I saw the people closest to me get hurt by those who were important to them. It showed me that feelings were overrated. It worked fine until that one day, the day she walked in. I wasn’t prepared for what it meant when she walked through my clubhouse door. One look at her and I knew I’d do anything to keep her safe. For so long I’ve felt hatred, but this woman makes me feel something else—fire.