RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT

CHAPTER 171

Nicholas straightened his shoulders, his gaze unwavering. This was the moment he had been so waiting for, now he felt relaxed, "Your son is where he should be," he stated plainly.

Malakai's grip on the firearm tightened, his knuckles turning white beneath the black fabric of his gloves. "What do you mean by that?" he snarled, taking a step closer.

Nicholas held his ground, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "If your son wanted to be with you, he would be here by now. You must have looked around, did you see your son anywhere? So, why are you asking me? What makes you think he is not dead just like Theresa? I told you I was going to kill him, you thought I was joking? This is what we call Tit for Tat."

Malakai's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching in barely contained rage. "Don't test me, Nicholas," he growled, the gun in his hand steadily trained on the other man's chest. "Tell me where my son is, or I'll—"

"Or you'll what?" Nicholas interrupted, his voice laced wit