Phoebe's POV
A bone-chilling coldness radiates from my entire being. Without Harold standing right beside me, I might have peeled Jonah alive right here and now.
Johnson's already pitying the hellish existence awaiting Jonah. 'Poor bastard!'
Yet every pathetic soul harbors something despicable within.
Scumbags like Jonah will never grasp the true wickedness of their deeds unless they're savagely tortured and forced to endure the same disgusting tactics they inflicted on others.
My frigid presence shocks Coleman back to consciousness.
The instant his eyes flutter open, they lock with my lethal stare. He desperately wants to black out again, but Noah and Dion, monitoring his every twitch, won't allow such mercy.
Noticing his attempt to fake unconsciousness once more, Dion delivers a brutal punch. The blow crashes into Jonah's chest, creating excruciating agony without granting him the relief of passing out.
