Chapter 55

Dante's POV

It had been a week since Angel was taken from me, and we weren't getting answers fast enough. After killing at least two dozen rogues, Akira was somehow able to track down one of Jett's higher ups and capture him. We had been torturing him for two days straight with no luck in getting him to talk.

"Where the fuck is my mate?!" I growled menacingly, digging the silver knife deeper into his chest. Fresh blood spilled out onto my already soaked hand.

He gritted his teeth. "Fuck you!"

I pulled the knife out, tossing it on the ground. My fist then collided with his face, causing a sickening crunch to echo through the cell. He let out a loud groan as he holds his nose; this was my third time breaking it.

I had probably broken all of his bones at least once. He was also so pumped full of wolfsbane and silver, I wasn't even sure how the man was still alive.

He was a hatch-faced middle-aged man with lo