Chapter 66 Taking Over

• Ace
• Another tooth flies across the room. My knuckles are almost split to the bone, but it’s fucking worth it. If I could describe the satisfaction I feel pummeling this asshole hanging from the meat hook, I’d call it sublime. Liam’s battered and bloody and can barely touch the floor with his toes. He spins like a punching bag until Greg steadies him for me like any good boxing coach. “Wanna break another rib?” he asks blandly.
• “Fuck yes,” I reply, lining up my next shot. The secret cellar door opens, and I lower my fists.