CHAPTER 140

OWEN'S POV

Torturing people was never something I considered to be fun. It was a sick and twisted horrific game and I loathed it with all passion.

But the moment the bat in my hand came in contact with Michael's shoulder and he cried out in pain, I felt a bliss that I never knew existed.

“You're a monster!” He yelled out in pain and I rolled the bat in my hand, a smile forming on my face as I turned to Ethan.

He was staring at me wide-eyed and then he raised his thumb at me like he was very impressed.

“Is this the rise of the Mafia billionaire?” He asked in shock and I chuckled as I ran my hand over my hair, scattering it in the process.

“Is it just me or is it hot in here?” I asked as I unbuttoned the first two buttons of my shirt and then turned back to Michael.

He was groaning in pain, and no, I'm not a sadist, but I felt happy to know that I could cause him pain the same way he did to my wife. Maybe even worse.

Just as I was about to swing the bat again, the door was pushed open,