Chapter Sixty.

Nathan opened his eyes in a familiar room. He glanced around him looking into the darkest part of the room as if

expecting Declan to walk out of the spot.

He tried to move but was stuck. A rope tied him to a seat in the center of a dark room.

“Declan! Where are you? What am I doing here?” he yelled into the darkness.

“You know, you have a poor sense of direction.” Declan said, walking out from behind him. “Then again, you have always been dumb.”

“Where are we? Why didn’t you kill me?” Nathan hissed.

“Don’t try to be bitter, I will kill you but when I feel like it. And don’t tell me you don’t recognize your own warehouse.”

“What?!”

“Well, I guess the change in point of view does play a major role. Couple of hours back, you had my wife tied to this chair and now you are in it, but unlike her, you will have to answer some questions for me.” Declan said, walking up to him.

“I have nothing to tell you. Let me go.” Nathan said.

“But you see, you have a lot to tell me. I find it hard t