Chapter 48 THE BLOOD HE SHEDS

(Zuri POV)

I remembered his name.

The memory hit me like a punch.

Malik.

My father's right hand.

The man who had stood beside Antonio at every meeting.

The man who had smiled when people disappeared.

The man my mother had once warned me never to trust.

And now—

he had me.

The tunnel was na...

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