Vincent's P.O.V

After dropping Venessa at her apartment, I drove directly to the warehouse not capable of holding the smirk on my face, just thinking of ways to torture the guy already tied in the chair.

Reaching the warehouse, I wasted no time getting inside, hands already itching to be used. Once I opened the door, the sight that greeted me made me smirk even wider.

There sat this guy named Andrew. The same guy that rose mentioned last night, the same guy who ...