In an underground basement, Lucas and Presley sat on the cold concrete floor, tied back-to-back.

“Who… who’s doing this to us?” Presley whispered through tears, trembling in fear.

Lucas was about to respond when the heavy metal door creaked open, making both their hearts race. Two large men stepped inside, their faces expressionless, their presence suffocating.

Behind them stood Roman Blackwood.

His expression was dark, colder than the shadows around him. His gaze swept over the terrified pair, the same people who had made his woman’s life miserable.

Presley flinched when his eyes met hers. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” she cried.

One of Roman’s men...