Chapter 47. Destroyer.

ACE

I felt better after getting off the phone with Amanda. She assured me Aella was fine and was tucked in bed. It would take a while for the drugs to leave her system.

I am pissed, the cut on her face still haunts me. I can still hear her screams in the distance. I close my eyes when the banging in my head becomes worse. I am scared my head might split in half soon.

I sigh in relief when the car eventually stops. We are at the warehouse.

I smirk, as Jake and one of my men drag the bastard we caught out of the car. They know what to do with him. By the time I was done with him, he would be screaming and begging for mercy. I would give him hope, something to hold on to while he suffered, while his life flashed before his eyes.

And then, like a thief in the night, I will snatch it away and leave him begging me for death instead. No one touches what is mine. He would suffer on behalf of others, and when I found out who sent him, he would suffer a worse faith too.