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He turned to glare at Colin and snarled, “I will follow after this meeting to teach you some respect.” He waved his hand and, with far too much enthusiasm, Chris and Matt grabbed ahold of Colin. Rage surged through his body as his brothers dragged him to the basement. The silver cuffs burned against his wrists, and their tight grips on his forearms would leave marks. As they reached the stairs, Chris chuckled lightly for a moment before shoving Colin down the dark steps. With his arms cuffed behind his back, he could not catch himself and tumbled down, smashing his already-crooked nose on the cement as he fell. A low growl rumbled in his chest, but he showed no other reaction and simply rose

, he shouted in anger and ran his fingers through his hair. * * *

The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. A wave of nausea washed over me. I had to do something, anything. My eyes darted around the room, desperate for a weapon. My gaze fell on a fallen wine bottle, the ruby liquid shimmering on the polished floor. Without a second thought, I snatched it up, the cool glass biting into my palm. With a wild throw of my arm, I launched the bottle at Luca's head. It sailed through the air with surprising accuracy, the impact connecting with a satisfying crack.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Maggie grunted, stepped forward and grabbed her by her long red mane. “AHH!” Valeen yelled as she swung her fists in the air. “Let go!” Maggie swung her around by her red mane with both hands tightly secured to her scalp. “I couldn’t find the toilet brush, but I guess this messy bush will do.” “Oh, God! You wouldn’t dare!”

Bruce, weakened and disoriented, could only brace himself for the impending onslaught. Max, known for his brutality in interrogations, took the lead. With a vicious strike, he aimed for Bruce's already battered face. The impact was savage, causing blood to spurt from Bruce's mouth. Each blow served as a chilling reminder of the power these men wielded and their complete disregard for human suffering.

The sound of Jamal’s heart racing fills my ears, while my other arm tightens around his neck as I can feel him begin to fight me, cutting off the memory before I know what actually happened. I deliver a powerful punch to his jaw; the impact echoing in my ears. The crack of bone mixes with his groans of pain. His hands desperately grab onto mine, trying to pry my grip from his neck. With a surge of strength, I hoist him slightly off the ground, feeling the strain in my muscles. Slamming his head onto the unforgiving floor, a sharp thud resonates through the room. I raise him up again, repeating the brutal motion, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. Blood begins to pool on the hard

“I’ll burn everything down before I let you have her!” Ethan headbutted him hard, breaking Adrian’s nose with a sickening crunch of cartilage, blood pouring down Adrian’s face. He followed with a knee to Adrian’s stomach, doubling the bigger man over. Adrian roared in pain and fury, grabbing Ethan by the hair and driving a vicious elbow into his temple. Ethan’s vision blurred, but he retaliated with a brutal hook to Adrian’s jaw, sending the larger man staggering into another table that collapsed under his weight in a crash of wood and glass.

One refusal and I will reunite your loving parents in hell as they don't deserve heaven. R: Don't you dare to badmouth about my parents y…you... otherwise... S: Otherwise... (Walking menacingly and gripping her hairs in a tight grip) otherwise what bi**h... R: Crying painfully... ahhhhhh leave me you ba****d keep your filthy hands away from me... S: (clenching his teeth in anger) thud... and with sudden force, her face drifted towards left due to effect of slap... gripping her hairs again...