ZANE
I stared at the man who was tied to the rusted metal chair, his face already swollen and bruised from Rafael’s work. His nose was now crooked, his lips split open and his blood was running down to his chin in a trail.
“Sorry about the mess mate, it's been a while since I had to ruin someone's body instead of fixing it…” he breathed heavily. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or the man.
We had shown him pictures of Damien and asked him questions pertaining anything he knew about him and where he could be, but he was just a knuckle head. I hate people like this. The fucker was just wasting my precious time. Time I could have spent trying to find Damien. Time I could be spending with Tessa, argh.
The smell of sweat, fear and room filled the abandoned warehouse we had dragged hi
