Chapter Nine
Cruz was beginning to sorely miss being laid out on the chilly and uncomfortable floor.
After what felt like days of brutal kicks to the head, stomach, and back, the man interrogating him had opted to switch tactics, and with a simple wave of his hand, his goons sprang into action.
Javier and Ramon were all smiles as they roughly hauled a battered and bloodied Cruz up to a standing position. Ramon ensured his cooperation via a g*n muzzle touching the back of Cruz’s head. Meanwhile, Javier forced his feet as far apart as possible and clamped thick iron shackles around each ankle, then repositioned his hands over his head and attached the handcuff chain to a large hook that conveniently dropped down from the ceiling.
The whir of an electric motor cut through the temporary si
