Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Four
Malachi's POV
"Not if it means protecting her."
"So you're going to what? Storm the estate? Take on Zhao's people yourself?"
"If that's what it takes."
"That's insane."
"Probably."
Maurice sighed. Ran his hand over his face. "You know what? Fine. We'll do it your way. But we need backup. We need weapons. We need—"
His phone rang. He answered. Listened. His face went pale.
"What?" I demanded.
He hung up. Looked at me. "Zhao's men aren't just watching anymore. They're moving. Now."
I grabbed the binoculars again. Scanned the area.
There. Three vehicles approaching from the east. Black. Moving fast.
"How many?"
"At least twelve. Maybe more in the follow cars."
Twelve armed men. Against the Moretti security and whoever else was inside.
And Alicia was in there. Pregnant. Vulnerable.
I was moving before I consciously decided to. Out of the car. Heading toward the estate.
"Malachi, wait—"
