Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Seven
Malachi's POV
I arrived at the Moretti estate at exactly two PM.
Alone, as she'd requested. Maurice had argued about it. Said I was walking into a trap. That the Morettis could kill me and dump my body somewhere no one would find it.
I'd told him I didn't care.
If Alicia wanted me dead, I'd give her that too.
The gates opened before I could announce myself. Someone had been watching. Waiting.
I drove up the long driveway. The estate looked different in daylight. Less like a fortress. More like a home.
Alessandro met me at the door. His face was carefully neutral.
"She's in the garden. Follow me."
We walked through the house in silence. I noticed the damage from yesterday. Bullet holes in walls. Broken glass. Blood stains on marble floors.
My fault. I'd brought this to their door.
The garden was beautiful. Roses. Fountains. Stone pathways winding through carefully maintained greenery.
