Chapter 105: Cracked

[3rd POV—Damon]

“I’m not going to ask you twice. Where is he?” Damon murmurs impatiently, straightening his stance as he adjusts the bloodied brass knuckles inserted around his fingers.

The chains rattled around the man tied to a wooden chair. His face battered beyond recognition, yet the bastard was still conscious and hard to yield despite the unfortunate condition.

“I don’t know, fucker. That old man’s slimy as an eel.” He drawled, strained voice heavily accented. Spittle mingled with blood dribbled on his chin. A few of his teeth were knocked out of his mouth and were found discarded on the ground right next to his bound feet.

“You think I’m a fool?” Damon snickered vindictively as he grabbed the man by the collar, pointed the brass knuckles into the man’s throat, and threatened to plunge the sharp blades directly into his beating flesh.

“No, you’re not.” The man panted, fear lacing in his voice, yet he was only trying to be brave about it. “You’re just like him, blinded with rage