Chapter 23

Seeing I couldn't grab my phone, Zion looked smug, waving it around before me. "Hudson, if you don't behave, you'll end up just like this phone," he sneered, then hurled it to the ground with force. With a sharp crack, my phone shattered into pieces. I picked it up—the screen was destroyed, and it wouldn't turn on. Clearly, his resentment toward me ran deep. My phone was beyond repair, and there was nothing I could do about it. All I could salvage was the SIM card, which I would need tools to extract later. I was fuming looking at my broken phone and then Zion. I set the phone down, then threw punches at him and kicked him. He didn't resist, allowing me to vent my anger on him. After a few hits, my frustration subsided, and I stood up. Staring at his bruised, swollen face didn't bring me any satisfaction. "This is illegal detention," I said coldly. Zion wiped the blood from his mouth, his tone defiant. "So what if it is?" Then he doubled over in a fit of coughing, his eyes fillin