Chapter 10
Maddox
My fist collided with Martin King’s mouth, the skin on my knuckles ripping open. I had been beating the s**t out of Martin for the past week since I found him in my bed with my mate, and I hadn’t let up once.
“Maddox,” Saif said to me, opening the cell doors. With a grim look on his face, he gestured outside of the prison. “We need to talk.”
“We can talk here,” I growled at him, and stared at Martin who stood in front of me, chained up in silver with blood gushing down his face from his nose and two swollen black eyes.
Saif snarled at Martin, “I don’t think—”
“Here,” I roared, my b****y knuckles healing quickly. “And make it quick.”
“Hannah hung herself,” Saif said.
I stopped mid-kick and stiffened, my chest tightening. “What?”
Saif cleared his throat and shifted
