Brenda’s POV
The room was dark, and the sound of chains reverberated.
I was immobile. I was even having trouble breathing. There was a bright light shining in my face, and my arms were bound to the chair. But he was all that mattered to me.
Only a few steps ahead of me, Tony was shackled to a steel frame.
Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, his face was damaged, and his shirt was ripped. His feet barely touched the floor, and his hands were shackled over his head. Breathing heavily caused his chest to rise and fall.
"Cease this!" I let out a yell. "You will murder him!"
Leo appeared so composed and self-satisfied as he rested against the wall. Isabella, it depends. Are you prepared to speak?
"I've shared everything I know with you!" I sobbed as I fought the ropes. "I'm not su
