The estate’s underground chamber had been built for secrecy, a place Damien rarely used but one that carried a reputation among his men. He doesn't want Amara to see what happened before during an interrogation, so he decided to use this area again.
It wasn’t merely a room, it was a sanctum of silence, where words pried from unwilling lips could never escape beyond the thick concrete walls. Tonight, the chamber’s steel door shut with a resounding clang, locking Damien, Luke, and their prisoner inside.
Vargos sat bound to a heavy chair bolted to the floor. His wrists were raw from the restraints, his bald head marked with bruises from the warehouse fight. His eyes, however, still carried that spark of arrogance, the unbroken pride of a man who had lived too long in the shadows of crime a
