Shane took a step forward, took Trenton by the neck, and slammed him forcibly into the wall beside the door.
He kicked the door closed with his foot, and choked Trenton tight enough against the wall that he wouldn't be able to make any noise, the sort that might alert the other penthouses that something was wrong. Then again, with Trenton's reputation, god only knew what it would take to alarm his neighbors.
He got a brief impression of the chandelier inside, the one he recognized from the memory that wasn't his, the one that sent a chill through him. It made him sick. But it had led him here, and that was what was important.
He would choke him until he was unconscious, but not to death. Not yet. If Trenton was able to register any sort of impression of him, it would likely be how methodical he seemed. There was rage in the vise-grip of his fingers, and in the other hand, batting off any fight he put up, but his expression was steady, unaffected.