The Vault's aftermath left Malachi more cautious than ever, each encounter sharpening his instincts. He knew Hex's next move would be lethal—more personal, more ruthless. Tension rippled through his days, anticipation heavy as storm clouds. Marcus and Taz kept close, their vigilance matching his own.
One evening, Jasmine rushed into the gym, panic evident in her wide eyes. "Malachi, it's Jazz—Hex took her! He's calling you out directly. Said if you don't show tonight at the Pit, she'll pay."
Malachi felt his heart freeze, fear igniting swiftly into furious determination. "That motherfucker crossed the line. He's dead."
Marcus grabbed his shoulder firmly. "Listen, Hex wants you emotional, reckless. Don't let him control you. Stay sharp."
Malachi clenched his fists, eyes blazing. "I'll bury his ass tonight."
Marcus nodded gravely. "Make it count."
The Pit was darker than usual, a sinister tension crackling through the air. Malachi burst in, scanning quickly, spotting Hex immediately at center stage, a cruel smirk etched into his features. Behind him stood Jazz, defiant but visibly frightened.
Hex's voice dripped venom. "Finally, the hero arrives. You really thought you could fuck with me and walk away untouched?"
Malachi stepped forward, barely contained rage vibrating through his body. "You coward-ass bitch. Let Jazz go, this shit's between you and me."
Hex laughed coldly. "She's insurance, punk. After I bury your ass tonight, I'll consider letting her go."
Malachi squared his shoulders, ready to strike. "Step up, Hex. Let's finish this."
Hex lunged viciously, voice ruthless:
"Malachi, you pathetic-ass punk, I warned your ass,
Tonight your arrogance ends, bitch, your time passed.
Thinking you untouchable? I'll gut your pride quick,
Your sister's screams music, bitch, you feeling sick?
You fucked with the king, consequences severe,
Tonight's your nightmare, motherfucker, face your fear."
Malachi retaliated instantly, fierce and lethal:
"Hex, you coward-ass clown, threatening the weak,
I'll break your spirit, motherfucker, you can't speak.
Kidnapping my sister? Bitch, you desperate as fuck,
Tonight I'll end your reign, pussy, out of luck.
Your empire crumbling, built on fake respect,
Tonight I burn your throne, motherfucker, expect."
The crowd surged violently, bloodlust igniting. Hex, visibly rattled but driven by fury, attacked again:
"You little bitch, your family a goddamn joke,
Tonight I'll end your legacy, bitch, see the smoke.
Your sister crying, knowing your end's approaching,
I'll crush your spirit, motherfucker, encroaching."
Malachi stepped closer, his voice calm yet deadly:
"You targeting family? Hex, your life's a tragedy,
Daddy in prison, momma drowning in agony.
You insecure bitch, your threats fucking hollow,
Tonight you choke on defeat, pride you can't swallow.
Let Jazz go now, motherfucker, last warning,
Or I'll rip your heart out, bitch, leave your family mourning."
The room fell into stunned silence, tension thick as Hex hesitated, anger clouding his judgment. Seizing the moment, Malachi lunged forward, pulling Jazz safely from Hex's weakened grip. Marcus and Taz surged forward swiftly, forming a protective barrier.
Hex stumbled back, face twisted with hatred. "This ain't over, Malachi."
Malachi met his gaze unflinchingly. "You right, Hex—it's just begun. But next time, it ends for good."
Marcus guided Jazz and Malachi swiftly out, his voice urgent. "You did well—but stay alert. Hex is cornered, wounded. He's more dangerous than ever."
Malachi's expression hardened, eyes fierce with determination. "Let him come. I won't rest until that motherfucker's buried."