Andrew POV
I was walking toward the fucker’s cell.
I really didn’t want to do this. I wanted to keep him here. I wanted to torture him. I wanted to kill him with my own two hands.
He tried to take my mate and my child from me. I watched him grab her. I watched as he placed his claws on her. I listened to his threats. I watched as he attacked my sister. I was helpless while he was squeezing her neck.
How the f**k was I supposed to forgive him for that? I couldn’t.
I stopped in the middle of the hallway and took a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked me.
“No.” I said, looking at him. “How the f**k are we supposed to open those doors and let him out?”
Logan looked toward his cell and sighed.
“I don’t know.” he mumbled. “I want to keep him here and kill him.”
I wanted that too
