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That had gotten resolved while I was behind bars. Sophie married Kian Cortes, the head of the Albanian mafia, who eliminated the threat.

However, he didn’t eliminate every single executor of Sienna’s kidnapping. I would do that, despite the little wench’s betrayal.

“Don’t bother asking Tyran anything about Sienna, her family, or these assholes, Aiden,” Kyran chimed in. “Our brother is very secretive about it all.”

Aiden’s eyes dipped to the man with a cold look. Much like my twin and me, he also detested men who hurt women. You wanted to fuck with us, fine. But you left the women and children alone.

This man had violated that rule.

Ignoring them both, I closed the distance to the chained man and unfastened the handcuffs. Grabbing him by one wrist, I dragged him after me. He struggled like a madman, letting out whimpers and cries.

I relished in them. The more he suffered, the better.

I could only imagine how terrified Sienna was when she was taken. She didn’t grow up in our world and was far removed from the crime and terror that we lived and breathed.

I wrenched his crumpled heap and dragged him toward the soundproof room before hoisting him onto a chair.

The man fought and let out grunting noises behind his taped mouth. I stepped close and ripped the tape off. Not because I wanted to talk, but because I wanted him to feel pain on every inch of his skin.

The man spat against my chest. “You got the wrong man.”

“Oh, I got the right one.” I grabbed his throat, releasing the tension I’d been holding ever since I got out of prison. There were only two things that took off the edge: sex and violence. “What did you do to her?”

The man looked at me grimly. “There were so many.”

I pulled out my knife and sliced the flesh by his collarbone. Then his face.

“Please… please…” he cried, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

I shook him hard. “What did you guys do to her?”

He’d lost a lot of blood already and was losing more with every passing second. He knew there was no way in hell he would leave this place alive.

“I didn’t… I didn’t do anything.”

Rage boiled in me and my hands balled into fists while my ears rang.

“That wasn’t what I asked.” I yanked on him. “Answer. Now.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about,” he cried. “There were so many.”

Static rushed in my ears. I threw myself at him, raining punches down on his face, his chest, his stomach. I beat every inch of him.

My brothers let me have it, sensing I needed to get my rage out.

And all I could feel was the fury that consumed every fiber of me, remembering that girl I’d met with a soft smile and innocent brown eyes and the woman with pain behind her gaze who betrayed me.

Why?

I didn’t know. Maybe she hated all criminals and decided that we should all pay for what was done to her. Or maybe she just hated my guts.

Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuuuck!

After a minute, or maybe five, Aiden’s hand came to my shoulder.

“Tyran. You have to stop now, or you won’t get any answers.”

I shoved him away and continued beating this fucker while images of Sienna—from our first encounter to the last—rotated through my mind.