Epilogue

Rocco POV

I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be in this part of the packhouse at this time of night, but I didn’t have a choice.

I crept closer to the basement, where faint screams were heard. My hair was standing on end and I shivered at the horrifying sound. Being careful not to draw attention to myself, I snuck closer and peered inside the interrogation room.

A man was sitting in a chair, his wrists duct taped to the arm rests. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and several cuts and bruises littered his body.

I stifled a gasp when I saw Mia standing behind him.

“Please.” The man whimpered. “I’ve told you everything I know.”

Mia turned around, her body dressed in a tight leather bodysuit.

“Oh, I know.” She purred. “But I’m not done having my fun just yet.”

With that, she took out a knife and carved something on the man’s shoulder. He shook and rocked the chair trying to get away from her, but the chair was bolted to the floor.

His screams gave me chills and Mia laughed at his anguish.

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