69. Donovan

Fabian’s POV

“Any news?”

"Yes, we did find the van that was used to take your wife. It was parked in front of the old mansion. We look into and study the people who took your wife. If you want to talk to them, they are in the basement, but I have no idea what they are saying because they didn't want to tell me the truth." Marcus said, and he used a remote to open the basement door.

As I descended into the basement and saw the four men who resembled the clown who had been tormented a few hours prior, my annoyance level rose once again. As I stared at them with growing wrath, I pulled up my sleeves and tightened my fists. I singled out a wooden chair and began beating them with a sniff of satisfaction to hear them cry in pain. Their pupils shrank, and blood spattered on the ground.

“Please! No!” The old man tried to beg me, and his hands were shaking in fear as he got on his knees. When I saw that he was ready to tell me everything, I laughed.

"Don't waste my time, Old Man! Tell me th