The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 385

The other, I think Julian is his name notices the movement and starts shaking his head before anything even happens.

“We told you everything—”

The first hit cuts him off. It snaps his head back against the chair with a dull crack that echoes through the room. Blood follows immediately, and seeing it gives me a sick satisfaction.

“You’re already lying, and I fucking hate liars," I growl.

“I swear we don’t know anything," he screams, but all I do is shake my head.

I move again, this time grabbing Mark’s hand and placing it flat against the arm of the chair. The sound that follows is sharp enough to cut through everything else in the room.

Mark screams, his entire body jerking against the restraints, but I don’t let go. I hold him there before cutting another of his fingers.

Julian starts breathing faster, his chest rising and falling like he’s trying to outrun what’s happening in front of him.

It takes forty minutes. Forty minutes of pressure, of breaking them down piece by piece until whatever resolve they had left cracks under the weight of it. By the end of it, both of them are barely holding themselves together.

“Tell me what I need to know and I’ll let you leave," I tell them, wiping the blood from my hands.

“Okay—okay,” one of them gasps, his voice shaking. “We’ll talk. We’ll talk.”

I straighten slowly, stepping back just enough to give them space to breathe; behind me, I hear Reaper scoff.

“Took you long enough,” he mutters. “I would’ve had them talking in fifteen.”

A short, humorless chuckle leaves me as I wipe my hand against my jeans. No one can beat the great Reaper at this.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s something approving in his eyes.

“If your mom knew I was teaching you to use weapons as a teenager, she’d hang me by my balls.” He murmurs with a small smile.

“Good thing she never has to find out.”

I turn back to the men, my face draining of all humor.

“Start talking,” I say.

“We were contacted for a job," Mark says, his words tumbling out of his mouth. “She said it had to be clean; no phones, no cameras, no trail… The payment was big bucks; there was no way we could turn that down.”

“She?” I press.

“Brook,” he answers immediately. “She met us once. After that, everything was through instructions. Cash only.”

“What were you hired to do?”

“Transfers,” Julian answers, swallowing hard. “We were given locations and told to be there at a specific time. We had to prepare different vehicles and make sure the route was clear.”

“Transfer what?” I ask, even though I already know.

His voice falters. “We… we weren’t supposed to look.”

My stare doesn’t waver.

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