Chapter 25

One photo showed Jesse's right hand severed in prison. The other captured the moment it was tossed to vicious dogs. As if to soften the horror, the gruesome images had been thoughtfully decorated with cute bunny doodles. Ethan furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting Grace to have gone so far as to have someone cut off one of Jesse's hands. "Grace, what exactly are you playing at?" … A few days later, two cars pulled up outside the prison gates. A white Bentley and a black Bugatti Veyron. "Honey, what happened to your hand?" Nina asked as she stepped out of the Bentley, holding her daughter. She walked toward the gates to meet Jesse, who was being released. Jesse looked down at his severed right hand, his body instinctively trembling. The few days he spent in prison had been nothing short of hell. He had no idea what had angered the prison's leader, but every day, Jesse was relentlessly beaten from dawn to dusk. He didn't even dare close his eyes at night because once asleep