**Damon**
"Not even one of those fools survived?" I sank back into my chair, rubbing my face roughly. "Even Broan?"
Rey coughed awkwardly "Broan eh… he had it worse. That bastard cut off his fucking dick and left him to bleed dry."
I pounded my fist on the table hard. "Fuck! I swear when I get my hands on Razor's bitch ass wife, I'll cut limb by limb and send it to him." I spat. Broan was one of my most trusted men and this bastard freaking killed him. Razor will pay.
Nothing will kill that bastard more than watching me spread his bitch-ass wife's legs and pound into her until she's screaming for mercy. I swear, Razor King, I'll make you beg for me to end her torture.
"This isn't what I expected. Just how... And now he's got that bitch Tara."
"Yes, sir. She was nowhere to be found."
"I bet she was happy to see that bastard!" I sneered, clenching my fist. "I didn't even get to fuck her."
