Brandon pushed himself up, wiping the blood from his nose, trying to regain some show of dignity.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he forced himself to speak, trying hard not to show any form of weakness.
“You think you can just do this to me?” he spat, his voice shaky but defiant. “You can’t just kidnap me. I’m a Smith! My family has connections—”
Boom!
Sebastian’s men wasted no time as another landed a hefty blow to his stomach. Brandon landed on his back with a thud, the air knocked out of him.
Meanwhile, Sebastian’s lips curled into a smirk, and he took a slow drag from his cigar, letting the smoke curl around him like a serpent.
“Kidnap? Hardly. This is just a friendly visit to discuss your little stunt with my wife.”
He stood up from his desk, towering over like a dark
