Chapter 190: Dave, sever his tendons!

Grief tipped into madness. Brett Scull had latched onto Dante Easton's weak spot, and the surge of control sent him strutting, arrogant beyond measure. He taunted Dante without pause and laughed like a man unhinged. Dante's face grew colder, iron-blue. That pure, kind, alabaster-skinned girl-how could she possibly survive such inhuman torture? He had entrusted her to Jules Lyson. How had she ended up in this man's hands? He watched Brett's snarling, cocky face yammering beside him, then drove...