Chapter 140. Who Saved Her?

Dexter

"Start talking!" I thundered, my voice echoing in the empty warehouse after I doused his body with a bucket of cold water that stirred him up from his sleep.

He shook his head and tried to wipe the water off his face, but he couldn't as the chains that Wyatt wrapped around his body and connected to the iron chair, kept him bound.

His eyes fluttered open as he panted. "I thought that I'd agreed, what's the use of this torture?" He croaked, struggling to break off from the grip of the chains.

I scoffed at his stupidity. What made him think that I'd let him off the hook that easily?

"Insurance, Dante," I smirked. "So start talking before your mother leaves this earth for good." I barked as he bit his lower lip and took a deep breath.

"A few days before the wedding, Emilia told me that I was going to drive Lorraine and the other women to a certain address she would send to me. At first, I refused to help her, but my mother got sick an