Lilian’s POV
I stare in horror at the man tied to the chair in front of me as I’m thrown roughly to the floor at his feet.
‘Oh Dax’ I whisper, reaching out for him with my handcuffed hands before I’m dragged back by my hair as I screech in pain.
‘Let her go’ Daxton growls, the little I can see of his eyes through the purple swelling pinned on my face. ‘Do what you want to me, but let Lilian go, she doesn’t need to be involved in this.’
Tyson shakes his head, as he grips my hair tightly, holding me in a half begging position by his feet like a dog on a leash.
‘Oh but she does’ he snarls, ‘we are all here because of her, it’s only fitting that she be here to see the repercussions of her actions.’
He turns slightly, kicking me in the stomach as I howl, hunching over as best I can with h
