Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
“Return the—what the hell are you talking about?!”
I smiled faintly, too calm. “I wanted her to suffer. I wanted her to feel what she did to my woman. But you—you just had to play executioner.”
He tried to pull away, shaking his head. “You think I care about your twisted revenge?!”
“I think,” I said, letting go of him, “you’re going to start talking. About Jon. About everything.”
Caleb laughed then, a bitter, hollow sound that made my men exchange glances. “You think I’m scared of you?” he said hoarsely. “You think I’ll talk? You’re not half the monster Jon is.”