Novel & Cerita Malachi Barton Now

“The entire lower vanguard is reeling from the news,” Malik responded, dropping his hand from his face. “Internal spies reported that Grace Fuller and Bart Gino took back-alley meetings in Merlin’s private sanctuary earlier today. Though Bart and I share an allegiance, the bastard refused to share a single detail regarding the terms the Director offered him. There is a foul, corrupt scent underlying this entire rotation.”

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 longer this goes on the more I am wondering if I can handle it. "We have no idea." Malachi's voice is full of frustration, and he is clearly annoyed. "No idea, none. No one is talking, and no one is stepping up to claim it. And the cameras don't even show any real tampering other that you see the box there and then poof gone!" He slams his fist down on the table. I jump and flinch away from him. I can feel the anger coming off of him and I am ashamed to admit it scared the hell out of me.

“Alright,” Calyx said, leaning back in his chair and pointing a finger at me. “You’ve been suspiciously quiet all day.” I glanced up from tightening the cuff on my sleeve. “That’s because you’re suspiciously loud.” “Deflection,” he said smugly. Malachi sat in the armchair near the window, already dressed for the evening in a dark green shirt that stretched across his broad chest. A shifter girl from one of his classes had apparently convinced him to go to the dance.

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."

~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

I leaned against the window frame, already bored. He paused. “And guess who.” My patience snapped. “What does it matter who it is?” I snapped. “I don’t care—” “Luis,” he cut in. I frowned. “Renz.” The name hit harder than it should have. I straightened slowly. Blinked. Then laughed. “Very funny.” “The dead man,” Malachi went on, his voice bitter now. “Alive. Running the shadows. Taking territory. Playing the game better than most.” My grip tightened around the phone.

Malachi winked. “Whoever your future mate is, they're incredibly fortunate to have such a charming and handsome person in their life.” “Only the future will show, but right now, I'm happy,” Malachi commented. Dawn accurately described Malachi: a 6'3" muscular young man with mocha skin and impressive abs, a far cry from his skinny childhood. His charming dimples, chestnut brown eyes, and long, black, silky hair that falls to his upper back are captivating. There was more to Malachi than was apparent.

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”

"You’re a terrible hider, Nina." Malachi’s voice was low, vibrating through the small room. I looked up to see him leaning against the doorframe. He had changed out of his suit into a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest, but he still looked every bit the powerful billionaire who held my life in his hands. "I’m just doing the laundry," I lied, gesturing vaguely at the piles of clothes I hadn't even touched.