Damien’s POV
Two days. That was all it took to find Lila, my men had tracked her to a cheap motel on the outskirts of the city, perfect for someone trying to hide from the consequences of her own poison.
I sat in the back of the SUV, watching through the tinted windows as my team prepared. “No killing,” I said quietly, my voice steady. “I want her alive. I want her to suffer every single day from now on. Hold her down. Do not let her speak until I say so. If she tries anything, break a finger. Nothing more.”
The men nodded without question. The door to room 12 was kicked open with one powerful strike, Lila screamed as they burst in. She had been packing a small, pathetic bag.
“Get off me!” she shrieked, thrashing wildly. “You bastards! Let me go! I’ll scream louder! Someone will call t
