Chapter Eighty-Four
Malachi's POV
It was the day of the anniversary. The day I'd been dreading for weeks. The celebration of a marriage that shouldn't exist. A union that kept Alicia bound to a man who didn't deserve her.
My phone rang early. Rose.
"Talk to me," I answered.
"There's no movement from the enemies," she said without preamble. "Nothing from Zhao Wei. Nothing from Mario's contacts. Complete silence."
I frowned. "That's not good."
"No. It's very suspicious. Zhao Wei's been all over the city for weeks and now suddenly he goes quiet? Right before a major family event?"
"He's planning something."
"That's what I'm thinking. But I can't figure out what. All my sources have gone dark too. It's like everyone's holding their breath."
I paced my room, thinking. Complete silence from your enemies was worse than activity. It meant they were preparing. Coordinating. Getting ready to strike.
