Demitry’s POV
I kick him in his abdomen again and I know he can’t take another punch. Not that I care about that fucker! I raise his head so that I could see his bruised face. Yeah, he is not going to be able to hold on for much longer, so I need my answers now. It’s been two weeks since I cannot find her. Knowing that she is alright does little for me since I know she is in Rafael’s hands. There is no other clue to get closer to her location than this pathetic excuse of a man in front of me.
- So, are you going to give me what I want? – I demand and he tries to look at me.
- I wish I could… - he spits blood on the floor.
- That’s the problem, Caleb, you are the only one who can! – I walk around him.
- I told you many times, I don’t know where he has taken her! – his desperate
