Jaxon sat inside the factory, alone, waiting for his men to bring in those bastards who had assaulted Vivian on Chloe's command, along with Chloe who was most probably on her way to be delivered to him.
He checked his watch, knowing it would not be long now. Seraphina's men were efficient, and they would be arriving with Chloe soon. He could already picture the fear in her eyes, the way her bravado, the mask of superiority that she wears, and that no-fear attitude that she carries knowing well that her father would save her in time, would crumble when she would realize where she was and what was about to happen.
The sound of tires crunching on gravel outside signaled the arrival of his guests. Jaxon straightened up, his heart pounding with anticipation. He stepped forward, arms crossed in front of his chest to greet his first batch of guests. First arrived those bastards who had continuously exploited his Vivian and were the reason behind her current state.