STEPHEN
I punched his face hard, and blood spurted out of his mouth. He was shaking, his body trembling. His face was severely battered by me, and I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. I had him tied up in a chair alongside the other smugglers. But he was the one I really needed. After all, he led the troops.
I punched him again. His lips bled badly, and his eyes swollen up. I grabbed him by the collar, his face close to mine. “I'm going to ask you this once again. Where are the goods transported too?”
He swirled his head back and forth, trying to ease the pain I had inflicted on him. “I've told you time and again that I don't know where they're being transported too. I have no f*****g idea.”
Anger submerged through me. I kicked him hard out of anger, he coughed hard and blood s
