Damien
The sound of fists slamming into flesh echoed through the warehouse, followed by groans that barely sounded human anymore. The almost lifeless body hand's were tied with a chained like a slab of useless meat.
Lucas or what was his name.
A damn fool who'd only just been promoted and was already disappointing me.
I stood a few feet away, watching the scene unfold with detached interest, my cigarette burning slowly between my fingers. The overhead light flickered on the cracked walls and the puddle of blood forming beneath him.
"Again," I said.
My men didn't hesitate. A punch to the gut. A backhand across the face. A knee to the ribs that left Lucas coughing up something dark. He hung there, swaying slightly, barely conscious.
The thing is—I don't care about bruises or broken b
