COLD

Chapter 80 Torture.

Stella laid on the bed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts wondered off to Clinton. He looked unrecognizable when she saw him.

She needs to get him out of there before they kill him. The only way she can do that is to.... meet their boss, Reagan.

She'd meet with him and make him release Clinton. After all, she owes Clinton after he saved her from that glass factory.

Stella turned of the bedside lamp and went to sleep.

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"Where is she now?" A voice asked after the call connected.

"She's in a hotel. The guy who brought her here in a black van just left."

"Ok. Keep an eye on her and make sure she's safe."

"Ok boss."

The call ended.

Reagan turned and walked into the adjacent room. His eyes were cold, angry, ruthless.

"Boss, I don't think he can handle any beating anymore. He looks like he's about to die." An officer said when he saw Reagan enter.

Reagan walked towards the man on the floor. He grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up. "Who permitted you to die. I'm not done with you yet."

He grabbed the bucket of water that was sitting at the corner of the room. "Get me some salt." He ordered.

"Please... please, I'm not the one that did it!" The man on the ground begged.

"Don't worry, you aren't the only one suffering. Adriana is getting her fair share of punishment." Reagan replied as the officer handed him the salt.

He tore it open and poured everything into the bucket of water. "This should be a reminder to you that I don't joke when it comes to Stella. You have committed a huge offense, one that worth you paying for with your life. Until she regains her memory, you'll continue to be tortured like this. Mark my words." Reagan said as he raised the bucket of salt water and poured it on Clinton's wounds.

"Ahhh!" An ear-piercing scream erupted from his mouth.

"Leave him here for the next two hours." He ordered before walking out.

Blake followed him out, not saying a word. Reagan looked calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was hurting, badly.

Stella losing her memory was the biggest blow he had ever received. It was just too unbearable.

"Take me home." Reagan muttered when they got to the parking lot. Blake held the door for him as he climbed into the back seat. He slumped down on the chair and closed his eyes.

Blake got in and started the engine.

"Drink with me Blake."

Blake looked at Reagan from the rearview mirror. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Blake sighed and drove out of the parking lot. It was late already and he hadn't had any rest. Getting drunk wasn't a good idea but he just wanted to numb himself so he'll stop thinking.

After having some glasses at the bar, Blake drove Reagan to his private hotel. He didn't want to take him home because he knew Reagan won't be able to bear the cries of Isabella when he tells her what happened and it would make him more emotionally stressed.

Blake helped him into the hotel room and laid him on the bed. His eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.

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Stella turned off the shower and wrapped the soft white towel around her body. She stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the clothes on the bed. She'll just have to wear them again till she buys a new one.