Greg's POV
SINCE my dusk was ruined by Gina, I decided to visit my warehouse and torture house to see if I will be able to vent my anger by shedding blood.
I inhaled as I got out of the car standing in front of my torture room situated at the outskirts of the city.
My men all bowed the moment I entered.
Just at that time, Lionel was whipping and hitting a heavily chained guy mercilessly.
“That is enough Lionel”, I said and put a hand on his shoulder as I glared at the man now bathed in his own blood.
I scrouched down to his level, he was coughing out blood.
“Who sent you?”, I roughly pulled his hair to lift his face.
“I… I will never tell you”, he said and made a hissing sound due to pain.
I smirked, ohh really?
“Very well then... Lionel?”, I called and paused for a moment as I s
