The scene David had imagined—of Cyrus being beaten to a pulp—never happened.Instead, the private room was a complete disaster. The coffee table was overturned, bottles were shattered, and the couch was shoved out of place.Men were sprawled all over the floor in every direction, specifically Harvey and the dozen or so thugs he'd brought with him. They were curled up, clutching their stomachs, covering their heads, or holding their arms and legs while groaning and howling in pain.In the center of the room, Cyrus was sitting comfortably on the couch. Under his foot was Harvey's bruised and swollen face.When he heard the door open, he looked up to see David, and behind him, a stunned Selene.He smiled, almost mockingly so. "Hey there, Mr. Zeller. I've been waiting forever. Your guys aren't exactly made out for getting beaten up, are they?"David felt like he'd been struck by lightning. He went rigid all over, and his smug expression vanished, the color draining from his face.He
Read more