CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

ANDREW

“No one, I swe—”

The gun went off with a loud sound and blood pooled on the cemented floor.

Damon yelled in pain as the bullet from the gun hit his right leg. He tried clutching the wound with his tied hands as he knelt on the floor. Damon cried out in agony as searing pain tore through his leg, it felt as though a hot red poker had been driven through his flesh.

Andrew was toying with him, he knew that. He wasn't going to kill him straight away, he would torture him in the most excruciating way if he didn't say something, that was what people like him did.

“It hurts, doesn't it? All of these could end if you just say who you are working with.”

Damon gave him no reply, he just knelt there, glaring at Andrew. He wasn't going to betray her, he couldn't.

Andrew tutted, “okay.”

He raised the gun and took aim at his other leg. Damon cried out in pain again, the world spun around him as he writhed in pain, his vision blurred by tears of pain and despair.

He had lost too much blood a