Chapter 37. Meeting the Father-in-Law

Amidst Bob’s protests, Alexander commanded them to stand down. There was one more plan up his sleeves, quite literally.

He fished out the surgical blade that he had snagged from the generous assortments of torture equipment after the men led him into the room.

With that, he got to work on the rope, attempting to free himself.

It took a little over twenty minutes before he got one hand to spring loose, making it easier to unrestraint the other.

By his calculations, there were two men guarding the door of his makeshift prison, another four down the hall, and more than ten at the front door of Ryder Hawk’s study.

A suicide mission for one guy who had been beaten nearly blue with one good eye, a swollen cheek, and a bruised rib or two.

“This is stupid. There is a ninety-five percent chance of you ending up dead. You can’t fight a bit over fifteen men on your own, and in that condition,” Bob seemed to be currently battling heart failure. “Regardless of