Chapter 150
Damien had been in custody for two weeks, and every single day had started to feel like an insult.
The room they had given him was technically comfortable. It had a bed, a private bathroom, a small table, a television mounted on the wall, and enough food brought in to keep him from starving. Someone unfamiliar with Damien might have looked at the place and called it a VIP holding room.
Damien called it a f*****g cage.
He sat behind the table with his sleeves rolled up, his expensive watch resting beside a half-finished cup of coffee. His hair was no longer perfectly styled the way it had been when he controlled the Crimson Vultures, and the expensive shirt he wore had creases around the elbows from spending too much time sitting in the same chair.
He hated it.
He hated t
