Chapter 27. Finding Jace

Donald's POV

I stood there as I took a long drag from the cigarette. I was sweating profusely and I felt a lot of anger running through my veins at that moment.

The man seated on the chair was groaning weakly. Wait, did I just call this beast a man? There was absolutely nothing human about him and I was just getting ready to deliver him his final rites.

“So, you're not going to talk, eh?” I demanded as I turned to look at him. Throwing the cigarette to the floor as I stubbed it out with my feet.

“No.” He responded.

I had been with him for days now and he would not bulge. But right now, my patience had run out and it was going to be tit for tat. I either get what I want or I would give him what he deserves.

“You're strong but if you're not going to tell me anything, I would have to dispose of you.” I said to him,

“Do your worst.” He muttered.

I went over to him as I signalled the men to hold him up. Of course,