Noah watched, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
He opened the car door and stepped forward, his gaze scanning the surroundings before muttering to himself, "So that's what this is about…"
Jackson's heart was working on overdrive as he walked through the warehouse's entrance.
His fist was still throbbing from soccer punching the man.
His eyes darted around the warehouse in anxiety. What greeted him was a sickening sight.
The place reeked of blood.
There he saw it, his younger brother Jack slumped in the centre of the floor.
He was barely recognizable, his face swollen with dried blood on his hair and face.
His bloodied strands of dark hair fell over his eyes, but a hand tightly gripped around his hair and yanked his face up.
"Ryker!" Jackson's voice tore through the silence, his hands clenching into fists again as he took a step forward.
