Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Seven
Malachi's POV
Dark City looked exactly the same and completely different at once.
The streets were familiar. The buildings. The alleys where I'd learned to fight and survive and become someone who didn't flinch at violence. But the feeling was wrong. Like wearing clothes that used to fit but didn't anymore.
I'd spent three years building my empire here before moving to Silver Lake. Three years of blood and brutality and establishing myself as someone you didn't cross. And now I was back, chasing a ghost and trying to destroy someone who'd dared to challenge me.
I was exhausted. I hadn't slept more than three hours in the past week. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Alicia. Heard those recordings I still didn't understand. Felt the ring burning a hole in my pocket that I couldn't bring myself to throw away.
