Chapter 787

Logan's POV

“And if you don’t talk, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

He sobbed, his body crumbling under the weight of his fear. But he didn’t give me a name. Not yet.

I straightened, my face hardening as I turned to Enzo.

“Keep working on them. I want answers before the night is over.”

Enzo nodded, his expression determined.

“Yes, Boss.”

I looked back at the men in the chairs, their bodies broken, their spirits shattered. They thought they could challenge me... thought they could take what was mine.

They were wrong.

I turned and walked out of the room, my steps echoing off the cold concrete floor. I had enemies to find, and when I did...

They were going to pay.

I stood in the corner of the dimly lit room, my back pressed against the cold concrete wall as I watched Enzo and the others do their work. The room reeked of sweat, blood, and fear, the air thick with desperation.