CHAPTER 143

DAMON

I sat down on a big stone, a few miles away from where Mario and his fellow rogues were tied. I had given him my own portion of beating, and as I sat with one leg crossed over the other, I leisurely watched as my father interrogated him while my brothers took turns kicking him.

Bastard.

That's just what he was. A deep, long sigh left my mouth, and I looked at each of the tied men, my face squeezed in boredom. My thoughts wandered to who could have tortured Precious more. My eyes flickered to a lean man who looked tall due to his long legs and neck, and whose hair looked crispy and quite reddish. Was it him, or was it the one with raven-black hair and extremely broad shoulders?

"I need you to start talking at once." Father's words jolted me out of my musings. I turned my head ever so slowly, and my eyes landed on the ugly-looking man. His head was bald with little hair at the center. He had a scrunched-looking nose, and I wondered if he could still breathe through it. His neck