Xavier’s POV

Uncaring about the state I met him, I grab his throat, digging my fingers into him as his already swollen face becomes red.

My first instinct is to make sure his veins pop out but in the remembrance of my decision to give him a slow torturous death, I let go of him, making him cough and take in as much air as he can.

I trust Antonio to always do the right thing. The bastard’s state is enough to make me reward Antonio but that will be later.

I need to know who sent ...