A Debt I Was Forced To Pay

Aiden’s POV

You'd think I'd gotten used to the pain by now. You're right. It was more of a persistent, burning friend now. 

And this was the second time the guards had dared to come into the cell since Luca left. They moved like clumsy bulls, aiming for maximum agony without causing immediate death. 

They beat me up in a way even I would curse them for, targeting the bruised, unhealed flesh of my torso and shoulders, ignoring the bullet wounds in my legs and hand only because Luca wanted those wounds "fresh." 

When they were done, they would drag me back out,...