Ally’s POV
Dylan stepped aside but didn’t leave the room.
I walked over to the man slowly but steadily.
“He brought you to get me to talk?” the man chuckled. “You couldn’t hurt a fly even if you wanted to.”
“Don’t be so sure about that,” I smirked. “I might not look like much, but I am tired and in need of answers. Answers only you can give me.”
“Give it your best shot little girl.”
“Who do you work for?”
He just laughed in my face before spitting out some blood.
“So, we are going to do this the hard way I see,” I said as I went over to the table.
I saw every tool that had been used on him. But since they didn’t get him talking, I needed to be creative.
I looked around the room not finding anything on the table. My eyes searched until they landed on something, I knew wha
