Chapter 79

Dmitri

A burst of adrenaline pumped through my veins when I met Armen in front of the club that housed our hidden torture hole.

Though he was known for always wearing a blank look that masked his true feelings, I couldn't help but notice the uncertainty lurking behind that veil.

"Where's the motherfucker hiding?"

"He isn't hiding, boss. He's in your office... Seated on your chair, even," He muttered and blocked me from opening the door.

"What's the matter? Do you think I'm going to lose my senses over a man who doesn't have control over his addiction?" I chuckled confidently and shrugged. "I took care of his...