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    Terrence pressed the edge of the de softly against the bleeding man’s cheek. The tip of the knife hovered near the man’s eyes, teasing the edge of his vision. His trembling body frozepletely.

    “How about I dig out one of your eyes?” Terrence said with a twisted grin,ughing like a madman. His expression turned savage as he raised his hand, the knife glinting under the light.

    Right as the de was about to drive into his eye, the bleeding man screamed, shaking with fear, “I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything!”

    Before the man could spill the truth, a sharp, disgusting smell filled the room. He had pissed himself from sheer terror.

    “Could’ve saved yourself the trouble if you’d just talked earlier,” Terrence muttered as he stood, lighting a cigar and taking a long drag. He looked like the kind of man who yed dirty and never blinked—dangerous and ruthless, all in one.

    “It was…” the bleeding man stammered, his voice shaking as he swallowed hard, eyes welling up. “It was the Delgado family. They hired us.”

    “The Delgado family?” Terrence frowned, clearly having never heard of these small fry.

    The bleeding man rushed to exin everything—names, connections, the kind of shady business the Delgados ran.

    “So they nned to kidnap the targets and then sell them off to some hellhole?” Terrence’s scowl deepened, his voice sharp. They really had the balls to target Christina, the woman he had his eyes on. He’d assumed they wanted her dead, but this was worse. They were nning to sell her into a living nightmare.

    “Yes,” the bleeding man admitted, no longer trying to hide a thing.

    Terrence let out a low chuckle, and the sound made the five captives in the room break into a cold sweat. They all knew it now—meeting this man meant one thing: they weren’t getting out alive.

    “Get rid of them. Neatly. Leave no trace behind,” Terrence said with a flick of his hand. Their begging didn’t even make him flinch.

    The five captives were killed quickly, only because they had confessed everything and Terrence wasn’t in the mood to draw things out. If they had kept quiet, he would have tortured them within an inch of their lives—again and again—until he got bored. Only then would he let them die.

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    At the Delgado Residence, Jorge sat propped against the headboard, brows furrowed as he held the phone to his ear. “What do you mean those five men are gone?”

    “Their organization couldn’t reach them either. It’s like they vanished,” came the nervous reply on the other end.

    Jorge’s jaw clenched. “No matter what, capture those two women.” He hung up without waiting for a response.

    Across the room, Alita arched a brow. “Let me guess—they screwed it up?”

    “They didn’t just fail,” Jorge replied, tossing his phone onto the bed. “They even vanished somehow. Pathetic idiots.” He ran a hand down his face, frustration rising in waves. If the Reed family found out this mission had failed, it wouldn’t end well.

    Alita scoffed. “Send another team. For God’s sake, they’re just two delicate women. How hard can it be?” She doubted that trained men were incapable of capturing two slender women.

    “I’ll dispatch another batch of men after those two damned chicks,” Jorge muttered. “We can’t afford another mistake. If we mess this up again, the Reeds will skin us alive.”

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