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Chapter Eight

•AIDEN•

I walked through the dark hallways that lead to the torture room.

My best friend and second-in-command, Liam, was the one that came to the dinning room to summon me. The victim in the torture room was giving them a hard time so they needed me to come take care of it.

I opened the door to the room and strode into the room with my hands shoved inside my pockets. I walked into the cold and dim room, my eyes fixated on the battered man that was tied to the chair. His face was full of bruises but it was very much deserved.

"Good evening, Boss." All of my men that were present in the room inclined their heads and greeted me.

I nodded my head in response.

"He still haven't talked?" I asked Liam and he bobbed his head.

"Yes, the fucker said that he would rather eat shit than say anything." Liam replied.

Interesting.

The fucker did something that he knew I hated and he knew perfectly well that he would be punished for it but he went on to do it. He got high on my drugs,