Chapter 51:

Damon’s POV:

My eyes stayed fixated as Raymond’s trembling hands scribbled his signature over the line on the sheet in front of him.

The sound of the pen scratching against the paper was the only thing heard in the damp, dimly lit cellar, punctuated only by his ragged, wet breathing.

“You bastard… you’ll regret this,” he hissed, the words coming out as a mangled choke. He coughed, spraying a mouthful of blood onto his chin.

Before a single drop could mar the documents, I leaned down and snatche