Chapter Eight
MALACHAI
Azariah was different from the other Infidels. Sure, he could get as arrogant as Rafe and Tyson were. And he had more reason to be, considering he was the biggest man in the club. But he had a quiet confidence about himself. There was no satisfied smirk or condescending stare. The man gave it to me straight. Hell, the man was big enough to get his point across, so he didn’t have to say anything. People knew not to f**k with him just by looking at him.
The same went for Gray. Not because Gray had some intimidating stare or bowling balls on his arms the size of Azariah’s. No, Gray just made it a point to stick by Azariah whenever he got the chance. The two of them were as close as you could get without being brothers. I considered them my brothers just the same as t
