Elira’s POV

The air in the damn interrogation room was beginning to feel so suffocating. I just wanted to get this over with and get the hell outta here.

I sat behind the large steel table, watching my men drag Corbito from the makeshift cell. He was bruised and disheveled, but his defiance hadn’t broken.

He was yelling even before they got him halfway across the room. "You'll regret this, Elira! My men are coming! You think this is over? You have no idea who you're dealing with!"

I crossed one leg over the other, mocking him with my calm face. "Ten of your men are dead, Corbito, and your...