Chapter 26
Payton’s head whipped to the side. She didn’t know what hurt more. The punch to her cheek or the snapping of her neck from the momentum. Smith packed a hell of a punch. He’d been holding back in her apartment. Now there were no holds barred. Only because they were making a point to her father. Showing they were in charge.
When she’d first arrived, they’d just dumped her at his feet crowing about how he better tell them what they wanted to know of they’d start taking their frustration out on her. It wasn’t an idle threat. Her father’s face was covered in bruises and cuts. Dried blood had crusted on his once white undershirt. He still wore his uniform pants. By the looks of it they hadn’t been feeding much since he’d been captured. His body looked old and frail, belying his age
