Chapter 65: The guilt and regret
Dylan wanted to hear this, but he was still skeptical. "Why would I trust you? You and Gianna are pathetic, scheming liars."
Whenever he thought Gianna had been lying to him and misusing his trust in her, his heart twisted with an uncontrollable rage.
"What is the guarantee that you’re not just trying to fool me now?" he hissed. "This can be your plan to escape. But I won’t give you the chance. I’ll beat you to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan drove his fist into Brian’s stomach with brutal force.
Brian’s breathing hitched, his body folding in agony as his eyes rolled back. He again lost the air in his lungs and couldn’t breathe.
Dylan shoved him aside with disdain, straightening as he gestured to the guards by the door. "Beat him until he passed out," he commanded. "Then wake him and start again. But don’t let him die. I’m not finished with him yet."
The guards nodded grimly and approached Brian, their faces set and expressionless. Brian’s heart raced as terror gripped him, cold and paralyzing. Struggling to catch his breath, he dragged himself forward, grasping Dylan’s leg in a feeble attempt for mercy.
"Please," he choked out. "Don’t... hurt me. I’ll tell you everything. I’ll tell you all about her plan."
Dylan held up his hand and stopped the guards, making them retreat. His gaze remained as hard as stone, the slightest flicker of disdain crossing his face as he looked down at Brian.