Chapter 176

Grayson POV

Isaac slumped in the same metal chair when I stepped into the shipping container—still breathing, still stewing in his own blood, piss, and shame.

The stench hits harder this time.

Sour. Coppery. Lingering like rot in the back of my throat.

I bite back a gag.

Jesus Christ.

Someone needs to come in here with some bleach and a flamethrower.

I kick the door shut behind me, the metallic clang echoing through the steel walls like a warning shot. Then I crouch beside my bag, unzip it, and pull the hammer free.

It’s cold in my hand. Heavy. Solid.

The kind of weight you carry when you’re about to do something permanent.

Or when the bastard strapped to the chair needs a little extra convincing.

Marina called this morning—Alyssa’s court date is officially moved. Not that it fucking matters, really. The bounty on her head makes her a walking target, and unless Silas Carter decides to show his face, this shit’s