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!"

cigarette and simply

first time, Victor truly understood the meaning

the first time he realized he never really knew his

afraid of crossing

chuckled, "After all these years, you think you're just getting to know

again and aimed for Victor's lower

filled the air

dropped the whip and walked

doctor, don't let him die. From now on,

Killian quickly agreed.

Hamilton, his upbringing under Mason's protective

they were outside that he finally managed to stop his

this what Mr. Joyner called

down the bile

I just take care of him in

Hamilton's eyes turned colder.

The face of Ron Group is Natalia right

comeback, glared at Hamilton before finally asking, "Where's Natalia?

Hamilton's gaze darkened.

should worry less

forced on you in the hospital? Can you really offer her a future?"

that, he

already woken up in her room, sitting on the edge of the bed, her

previous night were a

pinned down by Victor, then Hamilton seemed to

And after that?

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

trash can filled with used condoms was a sight

Was it Hamilton?

Natalia froze, tears instantly

entered, her eyes

feeling?

was barely

"Don't be scared, it's all over

tears flowed uncontrollably, the memory of Victor enough to

to calm

in the air before

tensed, gripping the

it was Hamilton last

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