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~Alex's POV
I stalked toward Lancaster, my boots thudding against the dusty floor of the warehouse. The dim, flickering light above cast eerie shadows across his bruised and bloodied face. His eyes darted around nervously as if searching for an escape route, but we both knew there wasn't one. Not here. Not now.
"Why were you harassing Bella?" I asked, my voice cold and low, like the calm before a storm.
He shifted uncomfortably in the chair where he was tied, his lips cracking open to speak, but nothing came out. Maybe it was the swelling, or maybe it was the fear choking him. I leaned closer, my hands resting casually on the armrests of his chair.
"Answer me, Lancaster." My tone was still calm, but there was an edge to it that warned him I wasn't in the mood for games.
He coughed, spitting out a bit of blood before finally finding his voice. "It wasn't personal… just business. Bella's father…..he owed me a lot of money. A lot. I was just collecting what's mine."
