Shane’s POVThe man was tied to the chair in front of us, his head slumped. Dwayne stood by the wall, his bodyguards behind him, waiting.I shrugged off my jacket and folded my shirt sleeves. The air was heavy, cold. I grabbed a metal bucket filled with ice water and walked over. Without hesitation, I tipped it over him.The water splashed across his body. He jolted awake, gasping, shivering, coughing. His eyes flew open, blinking rapidly as water dripped from his hair.“Welcome back,” I said evenly.He jerked against the chains, panic in his eyes. “What do you want from me?”His gaze shifted, catching Dwayne. Dwayne smirked. “You’re lucky it’s not me handling you right now. If it was, you’d already be bleeding on the floor.”The man shook his head violently. “I don’t know anything—”“Don’t lie,” Dwayne snapped. “Tell us why you killed our father.”The man flinched. “I didn’t—”I stepped forward, cutting him off. “Your girlfriend’s phone tells a different story. You were active. Both
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