Ezra POV

My fist connected with his jaw again. This would go a lot better if he just confessed to cursing my brother and what the fuck he wanted from me.

“Fuck you!” Bowen spat.

“This could be over quickly if you tell me what I want.”

He spat blood on the dungeon floor. His henchmen were in the other cells. They were either oblivious or really good at hiding the truth. Either way, they were getting beaten up.

“You’re barking at the wrong tree, mutt.”

“Ohh, that’s not a nice ...