Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 307

LUKE

The faces of my men were unsettling, their expressions ashen, pale, like they had just seen a ghost. I had trained them all to withstand a great deal of stress, to face death head–on without flinching, but there was something about the look in their eyes now that didn’t sit right with me. I could see it–fear. Real, raw fear. The kind you don’t see often in our world.

As I approached, one of them, Victor, looked at me like he wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words. I raised an eyebrow, my instincts immediately alert, sensing that something had gone terribly wrong.

simple job, guard Xander, keep him under control, and wait for further orders. But these men, these hardened soldiers, looked like they had

of cry that only came from someone who was at the brink, pushed past every boundary of their will to survive. It made my stomach twist and my thoughts scatter. I stopped dead in my

a certain dark streak in him, hell, I had encouraged it when we were together. His mother and I were raised in this brutal world where compassion was a weakness and survival

job required it. The men who worked for me knew it, feared it, respected it. But

was acting like a seasoned professional, like he had been doing this for years. His actions were so calculated, so precise, that for a moment I had to wonder if I was even fit to be in charge anymore. He was handling this situation as if he was the one with all the power, and I was

cold chill run down my

reminded me of the Don, the old man, my father. There were times, back in the day, when the sound of screaming and agony would echo from the catacombs beneath our family estate, and it was always a reminder of who controlled everything. It was a sound we had all gotten used to, a part of the world we had inherited. The Don, with his unyielding, cold demeanour, would orchestrate these torturous sessions with the precision of a maestro. No one dared question him, and no