Chapter one hundred and eighty Nine

Lorenzo shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “Just a friendly chat, Jonathan. Nothing to concern yourself with.”

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t play dumb, Lorenzo. I know what you’re capable of. And I know you’re not smart enough to play both sides. So, tell me the truth.”

Lorenzo’s smirk faltered, and for a moment, Jonathan saw a glimmer of fear in his eyes. But then, it was gone, replaced by a sly smile.

“Never,” Lorenzo said, his voice dripping with malice.

An hour later,

The dimly lit room was heavy with the scent of sweat and fear. Lorenzo’s body trembled, his eyes wide with terror as Jonathan’s men applied another round of torture. The sound of his screams echoed off the walls, a haunting melody that seemed to fuel Jonathan’s rage.

Jonathan watched, his expression unyielding, as Lorenzo’s body contorted in agony. His eyes seemed to bore into Lorenzo’s very soul, as if searching for the secrets he kept hidden. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of Jonathan