Chapter 307 LUKE The faces of my men were unsettling, their expressions ashen, pale, like they had just seen a ghost. I had trained them all to withstand a great deal of stress, to face death head-on without flinching, but there was something about the look in their eyes now that didn't sit right with me. I could see it-fear. Real, raw fear. The kind you don't see often in our world.
As I approached, one of them, Victor, looked atlike he wanted to speak but couldn't find the words. I raised an eyebrow, my instincts immediately alert, sensing that something had gone terribly wrong.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"What's going on?" I asked, my voice sharp. It was supposed to be a simple job, guard Xander, keep him under control, and wait for further orders. But these men, these hardened soldiers, looked like they had just witnessed something that shattered their very foundation.
Before I could get an answer, the sound hit me, a heart-wrenching, gut-wrenching cry that tore through the stillness of the hall. It wasn't just a cry, it was desperation, agony. It was the kind of cry that only cfrom someone who was at the brink, pushed past every boundary of their will to survive. It made my stomach twist and my thoughts scatter. I stopped dead in my tracks, the echo of that sound reverberating through the walls, making my chest tighten.
What in the hell was Nick doing in there? The question hitlike a lightning bolt. I knew Nick had a certain dark streak in him, hell, I had encouraged it when we were together. His mother and I were raised in this brutal world where compassion was a weakness and survival was the only rule. But this? This wasn't just ruthless. This was beyond anything I had ever imagined.
I had built a reputation for being ruthless, cold, methodical willing to get my hands dirty when the job required it. The men who worked forknew it, feared it, respected it. But what Nick was doing to Xander? That was a different level. It made my reputation, the reputation I had spent years building, look like child's play.
Nick wasn't just acting like a man who had a dark side, he was acting like a seasoned professional, like he had been doing this for years. His actions were so calculated, so precise, that for a moment I had to wonder if I was even fit to be in charge anymore. He was handling this situation as if he was the one with all the power, and I was just his number two.
The thought made a cold chill run down my spine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt remindedof the Don, the old man, my father. There were times, back in the day, when the sound of screaming and agony would echo from the catacombs beneath our family estate, and it was always a reminder of who controlled everything. It was a sound we had all gotten used to, a part of the world we had inherited. The Don, with his unyielding, cold demeanour, would orchestrate these torturous sessions with the precision of a maestro. No one dared question him, and no one dared stop him.
Now, here I was, hearing the exact skind of sounds coming from that room, except it was Nick behind the door. It was Nick, not the Don, controlling everything. The realization hithard. If I wasn't careful, if I didn't take a step back and reassess what was happening, I might lose him too.
I glanced at my men again. They were all standing there, silent, their The eyes darting between each other.
fear was palpable now. Victor looked like he was about to speak, but the words caught in his throat.
"Do you want to mess up again and join him in that room?" I barked, my voice sharp and full of authority om hoping to pull them out of whatever trance they had fallen into. I wasn't sure if I was more angry with them for not controlling themselves or more angry with myself for allowing this to happen. The moment Xander was brought into that room, I should have known things would spiral out of control.
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