The Sinful Temptation | 18+

03 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐒

Kabir

I briefed through the armory presented on the table, my hands running over different sorts of torturous devices. 

I finally plucked a taser out and twirled around to an even exotic view. The blonde women leaned closer to the guy bound on the chair with the help of the duct tape and whispers something to him. As she backs away, a lethal smirk adorns her foreign features.

Pasha turns to me "A taser? nothing new?" the tick of her heels the only sound reverberating in this hollow basement that included all sorts of torturous mechanism of our like.

"It is a play for you not for me. Well not right now. I need answers" the click of her tongue on my unpleasant tone and the smell of disappointment reaches me as she fetches a nail and a hammer from the armory.

"You've been dulling" she makes a comment, her vicious eyes fully focused on me.

If she has time to bite my head off for not participating in her gruesome acts instead of focusing on her new subject. Then surely something deadlier is concocting in that head of hers. You can never take Pasha Romanov for granted. After all she's the core member of the Syndicate.

The Anarchist or the She Devil. You name it.

The blondy glares me back with an equal intensified gaze. A devilish grin stretched on her rosy cheeks. Her paleness gives away her origins. The Russian Mobster of the Syndicate makes a show of running her eyes all over me "Where is that sadistic Kabir Malhaan I knew" her index finger pushes at my chest and she exhaled sharply.

"Trust me Pasha you don't want to stir him" I sternly made to walk towards the person trying to remove the gag from his mouth. "Where will I get my fun from" she complains but nonetheless follows behind me.

As the first in command of the Syndicate I bear responsibilities and a reputation I must uphold. Being the Executor in the Syndicate for almost a decade now I've learnt the hard way never to enclose your plan even to your closest friend or family. 

All of them are players and if you take this game of hierarchy for granted, your life ends there.

Not everyone is your ally nor everyone is your foe. I trust rarely but when it comes to work I can handle partnering with them. The core members of the Syndicate.

I tested the taser and as it flicked to life, the electric lines forming in between stirs the man in front of me and he bounces on the chair. I know I should've removed the gag and let him talk before using violence. And then, where would the fun be.

I planted the taser on his nape and he shakes wildly, his screams muffled in the cloth. The only pure sound came from beside me as Pasha throws her head back laughing.

I removed the taser and then the gag. He starts panting, his drool starts dripping from the mouth to his pants and I resisted cringing.

"So tell me boy. Who sent you?" I waited for him to form his thoughts but the bastard spits on my shoes. I shut my eyes off inhaling deeply.