Escape Plan. Mason pov

My lips were bruised, swollen, and cracked, the sting of each breath reminding me of the beating I'd just endured. Those bastards had slammed me into the metal bars like I was some goddamn pinball, laughing it off as a mistake. I wasn't having it. I swung at the perpetrator, landed a clean punch to his jaw, but before I could follow up, his whole gang descended on me like vultures. Fists, boots, elbows—I felt them all. By the time they were done, I was curled up on the cold concrete, ribs screaming in agony.

I blamed Lila for this.

And the second I got out of this hellhole, I'd find her. This time, I wouldn't hesitate. I'd kill her for real.

"You have a visitor," a female officer announced, her voice clipped, indifferent.