Chapter 212
Don Morgan's POV
I walked into the safehouse with measured, steady strides, the cigarette still perched between my lips. I asked the guard in the foyer with a chilling indifference, "Which room is the girl in?"
"The upstairs bedroom, sir. On the left," the guard replied respectfully.
I climbed the stairs, feeling a strange rush of euphoria. I was eager to see this girl the one who had shattered Robert's pride and forced both him and Carlos to their knees like children.
But as I reached the hallway, my heart constricted. The guard assigned to her door was missing. Suddenly, a high-pitched, terror-filled scream ripped through the silence.
I lunged for the door and kicked it open. The blood froze in my veins at the sight: my own guard, trousers down, his massive body lunging at the terrified girl. I didn't think twice. I drew my weapon, aimed with lethal precision, and put a bullet directly through his dick.
