His Vengeance For His Murdered Pregnant WifeChapter 3
Chapter 3
“Andrea, spit it out! Where the hell did you take my Adriana?” I demanded.
I clamped my hands around Andrea’s neck again, squeezing so hard she could barely move.
This time, I wasn’t holding back.
Andrea couldn’t even catch her breath, and for the first time, real fear flickered in her eyes. Barely able to
speak, she choked out, “I’ll talk.”
leased up a little, just enough for her to speak, and Andrea sneered, her voice laced with cruel
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