Martin's POV
I had thought I wouldn't come to this house until next month, but this son of a gun had decided to steal from me. The last thing I would ever forgive in my life. Traitors, liars, and thieves are the last people I want to associate myself with. I can forgive other sins, but these three are unforgivable for me.
This man had the gut to steal from me and framed it on another person. What the f**k was he thinking? The fact that he chose to play with my intelligence made me angry, and I wouldn't even spare him at all.
As I stood over the i***t who was now tied to the chair, the dim light of the basement cast shadows on his bruised face. I could see the fear creeping into his eyes.
My men had done their job well, the man's face a mess of blood and bruises, his eyes swollen fr
