Chapter107:

Sandro's jaw tightened, and his lips twisted into a snarl. He willed his wolf lace to come forth, but it felt like an impenetrable barrier stood between them, preventing him from shifting. He growled, pushing against the invisible force repeatedly, but it remained unyielding. "Shit!" He gritted his teeth. Failure to break free from the cuffs would result in his death, as Ezra said. He was fucking trapped and couldn't escape. "Kneel before me," ordered Ezra, jabbing Sandro's chest with his knife. Sandro ground his teeth together, refusing to obey. "Never," he spat. Ezra's blood boiled at Sandro's defiance, and he glared at him with fury. "I said kneel!" he roared, his knife flashing as he sliced it lightly across Sandro's chest. Sandro winced as the sharp blade cut into his flesh, blood oozing from the wound. He clenched his eyes shut, suppressing a cry of agony that threatened to escape his lips. He didn't want to give Ezra the satisfaction of seeing him in pain. "The boss said to knee