Chapter 28

LUCAS

The idiota refused to talk.

For over a week, the assassin had been kept as a captive in a secluded cabin that was surrounded by a forest. It didn’t look like it, but this place was heavily guarded. The prisoner was denied food and water, but he still wouldn’t tell us who sent him to kill me. My bodyguards had caught him lurking in the carpark when he tried to plant an explosive under my car.

If he didn’t give me the information I wanted then it was time to turn on the heat.

The wooden floor creaked under my booted feet as I entered the room. He was tied to a very uncomfortable wrought iron chair and smelled of sweat and blood. I halted in front of him and squinted down at him in the dim light, my whiskey eyes smoldering with unmasked anger.

I set my jaw and challenged him each with an austere look. “Who sent you?”