Chapter 5They led Ian out into the corridor. The clanging metal-on-metal sound of Adam’s cell closing tore Ian to pieces. He turned to find Oliver’s smug grin, and Ian snapped, wanting to rip him apart limb from limb. He flew at him, but three guys piled on him before laying a finger.
“You motherfucker,” Ian hissed as they ripped his arms back. Another jammed his forearm against his throat. Finally, they pulled him away, tossing him face-first into the nearest wall.
“You need to get your s**t together,” Oliver taunted him further. “You’re losing it.”
Ian shook with the urge to kill him, kill every single one. Anything to forget the memory of his hands around Adam’s throat.
Five guards brought him upstairs to the apartment, following him into the living space. There, they then posted th
