Malachi Barton Gf Novels & Stories

Chapter Eleven— fake dating. ☆Micaiah's POV☆ We sat in his study. Barton himself looked like something out of a mob movie—sixty years old, silver hair slicked back, a pinky ring that caught the light when he moved his hand. Kieran stood behind me, silent and watchful. He'd barely said a word since we arrived. "So," Barton said, swirling his scotch. "Daemon Blackwood." I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. "He's becoming a problem."

I shake my head to push those thoughts out of my head, there is no need crying over spilt milk. “Running away again?” A familiar baritone voice jolts me out of my thoughts and I turn around to see Malachi. He looks less intimidating than the last time I saw him this close. He had cut his long hair and had it in silver color just like Odette. I smile at the thought of that, this man will literally do anything for her. “I don’t see myself running” I try to make a joke but he doesn’t laugh, “congratulations by the way, I heard you have a son”

~meanwhile in the basement~ Malachi's POV: I light up a cigarette as I listen to the screams and sounds of bones breaking as Atlas delivers another punch to one of those pussy fucks. There's seven men in total. Six henchmen and one stupid ring leader. I had Soren pull all of the information on the bartender and his friends, discovering they've been scamming people for years. Well they've messed with the wrong man this time. I look down at a couple of the files and recognize a few of the names so I dig further into their file only to find out their parents work for me in a couple of my companies. I smirk at the idea of fuckin up their lives before they lose them. I send out a few messages to

Definitely not Brynn of Zariah, that's for sure. "Now, we understand there will be someone you may not get along with, but as aspiring Luna's, we hope you will all try your best to get along with everyone." "As if? Have you met that other Desire Pack member?" Brynn whispered to me. "What a bitc-" Cecily claps her hands, which cuts Brynn's profanities off. "Now, I may happily introduce my son...The Alpha of Love!" A few girls cheer as Malik walks up. He admittedly looks handsome, and a lot more put together than he did last night. The suit he wore was tailored exceptionally, showing off his broad shoulders and slender physique.

The lackey who had reached out to deliver the slap is screaming. And where his hand once was, there’s blood. The click of the door being shut reaches my ears, and standing there is Malachi’s uncle, the undoubtedly dangerous, Tieran Blackstone. He gives Malachi a perfunctory nod and speaks, “If you don’t mind, I'd want my girlfriend back now.” Pleasure fills me at the deep, cool, raspy, scratchy baritone of his voice. The man sounds like a night out on legs. Then I really hear his words.

I’m convinced they’re fairly sick of me being the last to get ready every single time. Ronan wears a white shirt with the first three buttons popped open, exposing the skin of his chest and the dark silky hairs that form a somewhat straight line down to where the rest of his shirt covers. For the first time, his blonde hair isn’t slicked back. A pair of sky blue shorts hugs his thighs, exposing long, muscular legs that form a lump in my throat. He’s sitting on a couch, scrolling through his phone. Malachi’s clad in a matching grey shirt and shorts. His dark hair is combed to the back of his head, instead of the usual mess it is all over his face. While Jaxon is wearing…pink?

I moaned and covered both hands on my face as Freda continued laughing at me. “Listen to this, ‘Malia Hill, known as the billionaire bachelor’s secretary, now becomes the newest name on Troy Sanford’s increasing list of flings. When everybody thought she had the perfect immunity to the infamous billionaire playboy’s charms, the latter proved he could get whomever he wanted.’

Is that Malia and Michel are going to get engaged" "What" "What" "What" "What"

He didn’t have time to play games with a woman. They found a small restaurant in Sterling and Malachi felt like he hadn’t laughed that much since Karani had died. Jessica had laid out all the bare facts on that first night and Malachi had listened. “So, I’m going to just be totally honest with you, I sense it’s a thing.” “I value honesty.” Malachi took her hand in the middle of the table, not caring who was looking at them. It felt natural to take her hand. “I’m a witch.” Their eyes locked over the flickering candle. “Not half or whatever, just a normal full witch.”

Raine stood up, walked to the desk and sat on the edge. “First question; Who is Richard Gilbert to you?”. He asked. “Uh… He’s a friend of mine.” “How close are you to him?”. “Very close.” Malachi said. “Best friends.” “Second question; When I came here nine years ago and I donated my sperm – who was the recipient?”. “That is confidential Mr Cruz.” Malachi told him. “I cannot tell you that.” “Really?”. Raine smirked. “You don’t want to say no Malachi.”