I c****d my head, taking in the sorry sight of the man tied to my chair, a breathable bag obscuring his face.
He was dressed in black trousers and a work shirt, standing about five ten, with not a hint of muscle on his frame.
His hair was a light brown, streaked with dye, and it looked terrible.
He was terrible.
No, that wasn't fair.
Even s**t deserved more respect than him!
Despite his skinny frame, he'd managed to hurt my girl.
Now, he was about to experience what it felt like to be on the receiving end of two guys who knew how to inflict pain.
Jayden was practically bouncing on his toes, ready to get started.
So many possibilities, so many bones to break!
"Please! Whatever you want, you can have it! Just let me go!" he whimpered.
Jayden, eyes wide and hands rubbing together i
