chapter 24

ASHTON

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Detective Worthing growled as soon as I walked into the room.

I took note of him before responding. There were some bruises on his face. His jacket was torn in a couple places. Scuff marks on his jeans. His eyes were wild, and he was scowling. He was also zip-tied to a chair in four different places.

He had zero chance of escape.

“I see my men were thorough.”

He growled again, shaking the chair as he jerked around. “I’m going to kill you, Walden. The second I’m free—”

I walked to a table set up in the corner. We had all my toys here, but as I scanned them, a zing of disappointment went through me. I wasn’t looking forward to torturing him. Molly was right, what she’d said earlier. I was the one who liked to get my hands dirty. Torturing was my thing, but . . . it wasn’t today.

Why wasn’t it today?

I stepped to the side and swung my head his way.

It was then that Worthing realized his predicament, and who I was. He stilled, the wildness in his gaze