Chapter 137

• Ryan’s face was stone cold as he held the sharp instrument just inches away from the bald man’s ear. The man’s screams echoed through the dimly lit warehouse, but Ryan showed no emotion, no hesitation.
• His hand was steady, his eyes dark and calculating. The scent of blood filled the air as the bald man’s desperation grew.
• Luca watched silently, his arms crossed over his chest, ready to step in if Ryan needed him. He knew exactly what Ryan was doing—pushing the man to his breaking point.