Freddy’s POV

I felt Betrayed. It wasn’t a foreign concept to me. In my world, trust was just a fragile illusion a luxury men like me could never afford.

I had seen men lie, steal, and kill for power. I had executed traitors with my own hands.

But this was different because the man standing before me was bound, beaten, and bleeding.

Had once been one of my closest men and the person who had revealed him to me?

Not Desmond.

Not Kyle.

Not my own fucking instincts.

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