Chapter 52

Dante’s POV It had been a goddamn week since Angel was taken from me, and we weren’t getting answers fast enough. Despite Akira’s relentless pursuit and capture of one of Jett’s higher-ups, we weren’t getting anywhere after two grueling days of torturing him. “Where the fuck is my mate?!” I growled menacingly, pressing the silver blade deeper into his chest, fresh-blood pouring out onto my already-soaked hand. He gritted his teeth. “Fuck you!” I pulled the knife out of him and tossed it to the ground. My fist collided with his face, the sickening crunch echoing through the cell. He let out a loud groan, clutching his nose. This was my third time breaking it. I had likely broken all the bones in his body at least once. He was also so pumped full of wolfsbane and silver, I wasn’t even sure how the bastard was still alive. He was a hatch-faced middle-aged man with long, silver hair and a huge scar over his right eye. His body, though thin, bore the signs of strength matching his ran