CHAPTER 12

Xavier's POV

Uncaring about the state I met him, I grab his throat, digging my fingers into him as his already swollen face becomes red.

My first instinct is to make sure his veins pop out but in the remembrance of my decision to give him a slow torturous death, I let go of him, making him cough and take in as much air as he can.

I trust Antonio to always do the right thing. The bastard's state is enough to make me reward Antonio but that will be later.

I need to know who sent him.

I need to know where he came from.

He doesn't look familiar. He doesn't look like someone who is from one of the opposing groups. Antonio says he has refused to say a word despite the beatings.

Ignoring his blood-stained clothes and his bleeding mouth, I roll up the sleeves of my shirt, extending my unhurt hand to Phillip who is the closest to me.

He places an ice pick in my hand and I am about to get to work when the idiot begins to scream, shaking vigorously and bawling his eyes out.

His expression is