Davien's P. O. V
"Are you going to talk or not?!" I raised my fist and landed another punch on Vincent's face, breaking two of his front this, nearly bashing his nose to bits.
He coughed up what little blood he had left in him, and raised his eyes to meet mine. I grabbed the back of his head and glared at him, "Are you going to confess to killing Kat or am I going to have to wreck your disgusting face?" Without waiting for a response, I bashed his head against the ground, causing a dent in it.
I raised his head, he was barely aware of where he was, I doubted if he could even register what it was I was asking him.
"Alpha, I think you should take a break, this isn't getting you anywhere." Rocco said from behind me.
"I'm fine, he's going to break…."
"Yeah, his skull and then we'll be in trouble." Oliver inserted from across the room, he uncrossed his legs and dropped the book he had been reading to keep himself busy.
