Chapter 126 The Puppetmaster's Game
- His eyes were bloodshot, his face bruised and swollen. He had already been worked over by my men, but I didn’t give a damn about his pain.
- I tightened my grip on his hair, yanking his head back further. “Where is she?” I demanded, my voice sharp as a blade.
- He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I—I don’t know,” he croaked.