Chapitre 41: A Caged Bastard Loose And Ready To Wreck Havoc

"You bastard!" I tossed the file at him and charged towards the bastard, but his men were swift and pinned me to the ground. I tried to fight back, but the wound on my arm barely let me put up a resistance.

Bronx lifted my chin with his brown shoes, forcing our gazes to meet.

"Yes, that's the look, the same one your worthless father had, when I shot him. Your family share the same look when on their last limbs."

I gritted my teeth against the pain of having my arm twisted behind my back, "I'll fucking kill you!"

He sent a sharp kick to my face, "Try it if you can."

Blood trickled down my nose, he had hit me damn hard. "Where is she?" I demanded in a low groan.

Bronx ignored me and gestured the man closest to him to fetch him another copy of the file.

"Where is she?!" I raised my voice this time, startling Bronx so much he dropped the file in his hand.