Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Five
Malachi's POV
I couldn't sleep. Again.
Three in the morning and I was sitting in my office, staring at the blank screen of my laptop, thinking about her.
Always her.
Alicia.
The way she'd looked at me the last time I saw her. Fear mixed with something else. Something that had felt like goodbye.
I hated it. Hated that she was afraid of me. Hated that she'd run. Hated that I couldn't find her and drag her back to where she belonged.
With me.
Not with Travis. Never with Travis. He'd had his chance and he'd wasted it. Treated her like garbage. Broken her down piece by piece until she was a shadow of the woman she should have been.
I'd been fixing that. Slowly. Carefully. Showing her what it felt like to be wanted. Cherished. Worshipped the way she deserved.
And then those recordings.
