As we approach the location, I see the aftermath of the firefight. Donovan’s and Cedric’s men are securing the area, their weapons trained on a lone figure kneeling on the ground, his hands bound behind his back. Blood stains the dirt around him, and his face is a mess of cuts and bruises.
I step out of the SUV, my anger barely contained. Donovan walks up to me, his expression grim. "This is the one we kept alive," he says, gesturing to the prisoner. "The others didn’t make it."
I nod, stepping closer to the man. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with fear. Good. He should be afraid. I crouch down in front of him, my voice low and dangerous. "Who sent you?"
The man trembles, but remains silent. I then punch him in the face as hard as I can. Blood sprays from his mouth, along with some
