Lazar’s POV

“Where is Trevor?” My hands were tight around his neck and I didn’t stop squeezing.

He was trying to mutter a word that could only mean ‘please’.

“That’s not what I asked you!” I smacked him across the face again followed by a punch to the stomach. He groaned in pain but I ignored it.

We were at one of my abandoned warehouses. We left a traumatized Janet at the motel and brought Jero here for torturing. He was our only sure lead as to where Trevor could be right now. I let go of his neck and he began gasping loudly for air.

“You’re going to get...