Chapter 45

Ashton's Pov

My face contorted with fury as I remembered watching the security footage, my fists clenched in white-knuckled rage. The screen displayed the horrifying moment when the muggers attacked Grace. Determination had burned in my eyes as I made my men trace the motorbike's number plate, my mind calculating the best way to make them pay for their act. And right after two days, I was successful in finding those bastards alive.

"They are in there Boss," I gave a single nod to my secretary, Luke, someone who I always ring up for these grave matters.

With swift, purposeful steps, I made my way to the hidden torture room I had prepared for my special guests. The air was thick with tension as I entered, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. My footsteps echoed in the cold, metallic space, amplifying the gravity of my intent.

The two bastards were bound to chairs, their eyes wide with fear as they realized the tables had turned. My voice was low and dangerous as I appr