The Enchanting Doctor With a Bite novel Chapter 91

Samuel's sudden kick was so hard that it sent a jolt through Logan's chest.

Dominic slammed into the wall and crumpled to the floor.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. Logan even heard the sickening crack of bones breaking.

Dominic lay sprawled on the ground, unable to move. Cold sweat beaded across his forehead from the pain.

Samuel strode over in a few long strides. His polished, black leather shoes landed square on Dominic's wrist.

His face remained emotionless as he said, "This is the 21st century. There's nothing you can't explain with a phone call. Especially a murder-for-hire. Who the hell would be stupid enough to show their real face?

"I'll only ask this one more time. Are you sure the man who approached you was him?"

Dominic's face contorted in terror. "Yes! I'm sure it was him. But whether or not it was someone pretending to be him—I can't say for certain. They said they had my wife and kid. I panicked—I wasn't thinking straight!"

Samuel slowly nodded. "Well, that's not impossible."

Dominic let out a shaky breath, as if he'd just dodged death. His body relaxed with the kind of relief that only came from nearly escaping hell.

That possibility had crossed Samuel's mind too.

Dominic might've had a rough life, but that didn't excuse what he did. Naturally, he deserved whatever was coming!

Without warning, Samuel shifted his weight—still barely pressing down—and Dominic's wrist cracked louder this time.

Instantly, a scream tore through the tiny concrete room, raw and guttural.

At that moment, Simon walked in and caught the scene.

His brow twitched hard.

It had been years since he'd seen Samuel this furious.

The last time he'd been this mad was two years ago—after nearly dying in an ambush on Starlight Summit.

He'd clawed his way back from the brink, and the first thing he did once he was back on his feet was wipe out everyone responsible.

With that, he turned and walked out without another glance.

Simon and Logan followed behind him while Dominic was dragged back to his cell just in time for lunch.

Each inmate got some salad—no meat, only greens.

Dominic picked up his plate and was just about to take a bite when it was snatched from his hands.

There were six men in each cell. Everyone slept on floor mats and shared one grimy toilet.

"Well damn," one guy laughed as he held the plate he'd snatched. "Who'd you piss off? Got your ass beat like that in broad daylight?"

Dominic's face was a mess of bruises, swelling, and blood. He didn't say a word and simply glared at the man with dead eyes.

The guys in here weren't exactly saints either.

"Come on, Oliver. Look at him, scared out of his damn mind. After that beating, the least we can do is toss him something to eat."