Ryley struggled to pull his hand, trying to free his wrist from the man's grip.
"Betrayed or not... The fact remains that you and your puppet traitors failed miserably!"
"What did you say....?!"
The blond was too infuriated that he no longer cared whether the man could still hold back from harming him.
Recalling how he helped that jet explosion to happen drained his patience in no time.
It was the only time Ryley thought he was stumbling upon a rare moment of serendipity, when he truly felt like he and Clyde were lovers, trusting and protecting each other from dangers...
Perhaps it was the first time he let someone else decide what to do with people who wanted to hurt him.
'I decided to kill them not because they're trying to harm me...'
The Alpha once said, kissing the knuckles of the handsome model's slender fingers.