In the darkest moments, even the smallest light can guide the way, but will hope be enough to save them both?

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Alexander’s POV

The door groaned open as I stepped into the torture room. The air was heavy, stale with blood, sweat, and desperation. The Harper brothers sat slumped against the wall, barely conscious. Pablo looked up from where he crouched beside them, wiping his hands on a bloodied rag.

“Anything yet?” I asked, my voice low, and cold.

Pablo shook his head with a sigh, running his hand over his bald head. “No. And they’re both out cold.”

I scoffed, annoyed. “Unconscious? At a time like this?” I...