Justin pov
After a night of torture, I left the b***h in a fetal position in her cell but I got names. Two, in fact, both enemies and both strong as Hell. If combined, our pack may lose plenty of pack members. I head to the gym to work out and shower. I'm pissed as her words run through my head. She talked but I had to torture her the whole time and I watched her sob on a fetal position when I left her on the floor covered in cuts and blood. I loved hurting her. She deserved it and I didn't care how that made me look. I told the guards to let her lay there because I really didn't care if she healed or died.
'Both hate you Justin and both want her dead. Nigel was my mate but he was with his arranged w***e, so rejection was the only option. She laughed as blood ran down her arms. Now Victo
