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Denver took a back seat as Grant began to do the questioning with Zachary assisting him. Below the men hanging face down were different kinds of torture tools. Grant picked up the knife and asked, "

What happened with the girl who stole the jewelry?"

The two men exchanged looks before Stanley said, "Don, we did as you said. We tortured her."

Grant smiled evilly, angry that they dared to lie to his face. "Only that? You did not try to rape her?" He asked directly, and they exchanged looks again.

"Don, no," Stanley said. Grant picked up a knife in rage and slashed his chest in a long horizontal line, blood began to drip.

Curtis was terrified. "Don, you are the one who ordered us to torture her." He feared that his boss had gone mad.

This was the first time he was torturing one of his kind. Usually, he would only torture criminals.

Grant glared at him. "And I take responsibility for that. I will not be doing this if you followed just my orders so I will ask for the last time. What else did you do?"

Per his orders, London’s life would not have been endangered by the torture, but it went too far, considering her crime was stealing.

Grant was trying to be fair here, not putting into consideration the fact that London was his mate but rather seeing the situation by the offense.

"Don, she was not willing to tell us where she kept the jewelry so we wanted her to pay," Curtis quickly said. Grant implored further.

"By what means?" He asked calmly, but when nobody spoke, he lifted the knife again, and Curtis broke down in tears.

"Don, it was Stanley’s idea. He said we could have a little fun with her and eventually kill her because she refused to tell us where she hid the jewelry."

Grant felt stupid. Indeed, they would have killed his mate if Denver had not arrived on time. He was more angry with the fact that he got upset with Denver for dealing with them.

"Since when did I ever order you to kill anyone for stealing?" There was silence with drops of blood dripping from Stanley’s wound, blended with his groans of pain.

"All I wanted was the truth from her, and you almost raped her and tried to kill her."

When he moved his hand again, the two men’s penises were on the floor, and blood spurted everywhere. Their screams were unwavering, echoing through the torture room, but they knew help would never find them.

They were among the people who set up this torture room for exactly this purpose. "Don, please forgive us," Curtis cried, blood sputtering from where his penis was before.

Without it, they would become like eunuchs, no longer having desires for women and attempting to rape them.

The two men shivered from immense pain in the blood mess as Grant asked them. "How many other innocent girls have you killed?"

"None, Don, this was our first. I was just upset when she was the first to refuse me," Stanley confessed through painful grunts, Grant smirked.

"First to refuse," Grant repeated sarcastically. "So how many girls have you raped in the name of torture?" He asked, the two men knew their end had come because of Stanley’s slip of the tongue that confessed everything.

"We lost count," Curtis honestly said, Grant was so furious. He was about to end their lives with a gun when Denver stopped him. "Don’t."

"Denver, you heard them."

Grant was disappointed that Denver stopped them, and the two men began to see the man they thought was a monster differently. He now seemed to be their savior.

However, their hopes were soon crushed when Denver revealed his intentions as he crossed his legs elegantly.

"How would you know about the girls who fell victim if you kill them? They have to pay for their crimes, and the company needs to compensate those girls. Send them to prison."

Grant held back. Indeed, those girls needed compensation for what these assholes did to them.

"Zach, please call the boys to send them to the hospital. I will get another team to handle the compensations, and after they get better, those girls will testify against them."

The two men were saddened. It would have been good if they died, but no. Death was too good for them, so Denver made sure they live their lives regretting their actions.

A few days later, Denver and Paris attended the joint wedding of Zachary and Sylvia as well as Gemma and Frank.

London and Paris dressed in the same outfits, looking stunning as Grant and Denver dressed in black suits and white shirts with matching black bow ties.

Paris was rocking Denver’s wig hair greatly, and the makeup done for her by Zoe hid a greater part of her deformity.

However, compared to other girls, it was still clear there was something wrong with her, making them see her as unfitting for Denver.

Still, Denver proved to everyone that his heart belonged to only one woman, and that was Paris.

For the remaining weeks, Denver paid a scientist to train Paris in the basics of research, but her fast learning abilities gave her more knowledge during her trips to the scientist’s lab.

It was past three weeks, and Denver was ready to leave with Paris. In a nutshell, he had stayed in Las Vegas for almost a month.

After the wedding, Zachary moved to his mansion with Sylvia, and Godic equipped Frank to be able to take care of Gemma. They had a mansion, cars, and everything they needed.

Frank was also promoted to manage one of the branches of the Denzel’s Group, so only Zoe was unmated among the squad leaving for the pack, and leaving the company responsibilities on their parents and siblings with human mates.

It was London and Paris’s first time in a chopper, and their fears were evident. Denver offered something to relax them.

"Drink this," he offered to both London and Paris. Due to their trust in him, they took it without question but were soon knocked out and fell asleep.

"Why did you do that?" Grant asked with worry, Denver’s explanation stunned him as Denver already thought through everything.