Chapter 228

The Old Mansion.

Basement dungeon.

Calling it a warehouse was a bit of a misnomer because, in reality, it was a cell.

One wall of the cell was adorned with a variety of torture devices.

Hamilton entered, a look of discomfort briefly crossing his face. He stifled the wave of nausea rising in his throat and stepped into one of the cells.

Victor was restrained in the center of the cell.

His torso was bare, marked with streaks of blood.

As soon as Hamilton walked in, Victor managed a laugh.

"Hamilton, I gotta say, I didn't think you'd be this protective of her!"

Hamilton's face remained expressionless.

He glanced at Victor, then walked over to a wall, picked up a whip, and dipped it into a nearby bucket before Victor could react. With a swift motion, he lashed out with the whip! The first strike tore open the skin.

Victor screamed in pain.

"Hamilton, you son of a "

Before he could finish his sentence, another lash cut through the air.

Victor's screams echoed through the basement dungeon.

When Ronin and Killian arrived, Victor was a bloody mess.

Ronin choked on his own breath for a moment, then turned aside to retch.

Hamilton glanced at him, then tossed the whip aside.

He signaled Killian with a look, "Wake him up."

Killian nodded and splashed a bucket of ice water over Victor.

Victor came to, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

"Hamilton, for the love of our years of camaraderie, spare me, will you? I'll never touch her again, I swear!"

and simply stood

truly understood the meaning

time he realized he never really knew his

aren't you afraid of crossing the Henkel

you think

whip again and aimed for Victor's lower half this

filled the air once

Hamilton dropped the whip

die.

Killian quickly agreed.

stumbled after Hamilton, his upbringing under Mason's protective wing

wasn't until they were outside that he finally managed to

this what Mr. Joyner called

fought down the bile rising

care of him

Hamilton's eyes turned colder.

is Natalia right now. Ronin, don't drag her into

before finally asking,

Hamilton's gaze darkened.

should worry

I don't know about the matchmaking your old man forced on you in the hospital? Can you really offer her a future?" Hamilton's expression turned even

he stepped into his

in her room, sitting on the edge of the bed, her face pale

memories of the previous night were a blur,

down by Victor, then Hamilton seemed to

And after that?

lifted the covers to find her body covered in bruises, the pain

trash can filled with used condoms

Was it Hamilton?

froze, tears instantly streaming

her eyes brimming with

you feeling? Are

voice was barely

to embrace her, "Don't be scared, it's all over

the memory of Victor enough to haunt

long while for her to calm down enough to ask, "How did you

air before Scarlett replied,

gripping the

was Hamilton last

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