Richard’s head slumped forward, his body trembling as he gasped, “Stop... please... I’ll tell you.”

Just as Richard began to speak, Alex strode back into the basement, his cold eyes taking in the scene. Blood pooled on the floor, and a severed finger lay nearby. Richard was shaking, barely holding on. Andrian stood towering over him, his expression void of remorse.

Alex’s jaw tightened. Andrian had always been like this—he enjoyed breaking people, and worse, he was damn good at ...