“I can do this all night,” Edward told the man tied to the chair before delivering another hard punch to the gut that had their captive coughing and gasping for air.
Gabriel stood against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. He pursed his lips and swallowed the retort on his tongue to his friend’s statement. They really didn’t have all night to play ‘punch the answers out of the guy’. Time was ticking and with no idea what the ‘boss’ had in mind, they had to operate on the assumption that another attack was possible, at the very least.
Gabriel tapped his fingers against his arm, fighting the urge to take over from Edward. It wouldn’t make a difference, he reminded himself. Him hurting the man wouldn’t get them the answers any faster. Besides, Edward was much stronger than him
