Chapter 41

The scalding water soaked my clothes, clinging to my skin and intensifying the pain. It felt like my skin was burning and stuck to the fabric. Most of the boiling water had landed on me. Although some spilled onto my dad, he wasn't hurt as badly as me. I writhed in pain on the ground. My dad looked at me with tears in his eyes, but he remained silent. "Are you going to tell me now?" Brandon threw the ladle aside and came up to me. "Luca, tell me. Where did you send the ledger and the evidence?" Enduring the pain, I gritted my teeth and shot him a furious glare. "Go to hell." "You're bold," Brandon said with a laugh, standing up and clapping his hands. "I didn't expect this from you, Luca. Let's see how far you're willing to go then." He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and turned toward the large pot that was still bubbling. "Grab him and throw him into the pot." "Brandon, don't you dare!" I shouted. I didn't believe he'd actually go that far as to cook me alive. He didn'