Final offer

Acker’s POV

2 days later:

The sounds of the man’s pained groans were nothing short of satisfying to my ears.

I continued to punch him, taking out my frustration after the events of the past few days.

To expect that Cross would use his knowledge on Mikael’s past and try to cause harm to Alicia…

Infuriating. Smart. Bastardly. Exactly how I pictured things to go but much worse.

I gripped the brass knuckles fitted on my fingers tightly and landed another punch to the man’s formerly untouched jaw that a tooth flew out, along with the spitting blood from his lips.

“Acker, that’s okay, don’t you think?” The sound of Javier’s voice made me pause and I regarded the captive with a tilted head. His eyes were swollen and his nose was certainly broken. His entire face reddened from bruises and slowly purpling.

Yet it didn’t faze me. I clenched my hands into fists again, readied for another round of punching bag workout when Javier spoke again, this time a lot more concerned in his tone.

“We need