Jax led them to the door where the attacker was being held. As he opened it, he turned to Kendrick. “Boss, let me handle it instead. No need to dirty your hands.”
“No need.”
Kendrick had to personally deal with the bastard who had dared to hurt his woman. Nothing else would satisfy his rage.
Just as he was about to step inside, Annabelle called out, “Wait a moment.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t kill him.” As his wife, she gently reminded him.
No matter how despicable that man was, if he died, it would truly stain Kendrick’s hands. She didn’t want him to become a butcher drenched in blood for her sake.
Kendrick nodded. “Understood.”
He opened the door, stepped in, and shut it behind him. Through the small glass window, Annabelle peeked inside. The room seemed to be a storage room, with fili
