Daxton 

I took a long drag of my cigar, blowing a cloud into the dimly lit room before my eyes narrowed on my nephew who slept on the cold floor with his hands tied behind him, groaning and wincing at intervals. I had lied. It didn't take me an hour to join Kian, instead, it took seventy-two hours. 

Setting Kian free just because he signed the divorce papers was too easy for him. I wanted him to suffer, burst that bubble of safety that was around him, pierce that ego that made him believe that he was unreachable and untouchable. 

I was only teaching my nephew a lesson. The same...