MALACHI
I have never been one to want to put a bullet in a man’s head. That’s Jaxon’s hobby, not mine.
But Aaron Connor makes me want to murder a man so f*****g bad.
When I suggest we pay him a visit, Ronan doesn’t object. He knows it’s time we teach the fucker a lesson—or several.
A couple of hours and some phone calls later, we’re on the front porch of Sarah’s old home.
We don’t knock.
Jaxon pushes the door open without a care in the world.
It creaks, sure, but I don’t give a damn.
Ronan and I step in right after him, and yeah, it’s a clean mansion.
White marble floors, big-ass windows, polished furniture.
Sarah’s touch is everywhere. I could tell from the furniture design to the architecture itself. The way the stairs welcomed us at the distal end of the room, and her
