Chapter 15

• The basement in Adrian’s mansion was quiet—except for the sobbing of a man begging for his life.
• Adrian leaned back in a metal chair, elbows on knees, his eyes burning with sadism over the shaking man in the chair opposite him. His face was immobile, and dangerously still but his fingers tapped out a slow, nearly silent rhythm against his leg with pent up and controlled fury.
• Four men stood behind him, arms crossed over their chest, eyebrows lifted in anticipation. The room was heavy with tension and no one dared to say a word.