Chapter 178 Broken Chains Begin With Cracks

• Donatello was a man who believed in patience. In pressure. In breaking someone not all at once, but inch by inch until they shattered like glass beneath a slow, steady boot.
• He sat behind his desk like a king on a throne, expensive whiskey in one hand, the other buried in the hair of the woman on her knees in front of him.
• Ellerei lay where he left her. The collar he'd strapped around her neck was chained to a bolt in the floor just off to the side of his office rug. Not close enough to reach him. Close enough to watch.