Logan POV
I’d never been more relieved in my life than the moment I left the interrogation room drenched in Sienna’s blood.
Her screams were music to my ears. Her tears made me the happiest I’d ever been.
I really was a sick motherfucker.
But I would be whatever the f**k I needed to be to avenge my mate.
“You need to give her some food and water if you want to keep her alive.” Drake said as he closed the door to the room.
I pulled the key out of my pocket and locked the door.
“Give her something to eat and drink.” I said, turning to the guard. “If she refuses, shove a tube down her f*****g throat.”
I turned around, not waiting for the guard’s response.
“Are you going back to the hospital?” Drake asked.
“As soon as we take a shower.” Andrew answered.
My friend was a sick son o
