Cassius enter the small concrete room with his sleeves roll up and leather gloves on.
He pick up the camera on the table and scroll through all the pictures on it. He saw some cute pictures that he will keep. The others fucking piss him off. The invasion of privacy make his blood boil.
He look at the man chain to the wall naked, battered and looking fucking pathetic.
"Alan Jacobs. Nice to finally meet the man who thinks he could get one over me."
Cassius pace back and forth infront of the bound man.
"Taking pictures is the breaking point. Pictures of what belong to me. I can get pass glancing at her. But pictures, you have a death wish."
Cassius walk to his table of tools. He pick up a curve knife with a very pointy edge.
He walk to the man and make a long incision down his chest. Not deep enough to cut him open but deep enough for him to feel what he will do next.
"You see she's an angel put on earth for me. Cheese I know. But I'm a man who knows what he wants. What I don't want though is men taking pictures of my woman. Now tell me who send you."
The man still manage to find some strength to glare at him.
Cassius don't always use tool to torture a person. All he have to do is find his victims weaknesses.
He snapped his fingers and one of his guard bring in a portable TV. Cassius smile widely when he saw the man's eyes widen.
There on the screen is his family. Cassius like planning ahead.
"Please don't hurt them!"the man pleaded.
"It's up to you. One wrong move and your wife die. I'm not above hurting a child either."
He didn't mean that. He would never in a million years hurt a child. Story would kill him for hurting a child.
"Now why send you?"
Alan look at his family on the screen and his shoulders slump in defeat.
"Fine. His name is Sal Von Toren."
Cassius should have known. The asshole has been trying to take him down for years. Cassius hate the fucking FBI and Sal Von Toren is the worst of them. The man will stalk and kidnap just to close a case.
"What were your orders?"
Alan look at his family before answering. "Look for your weak spot."
"I love that girl. But I don't have a weak spot. Well thanks for that information."
Cassius motion to the camera and the screen went black. Three shots rang out and Alan scream.
"You monster!"
Cassius laugh. I didn't say I was letting them go."
Cassius walk to the table of tools and pick up the small bottle of acid. In the incision he made, he pour the acid on it. Alan scream and Cassius left the room before the smell of burning flesh could cling to him.
"Aiden get someone to get rid of him and make sure family is on a plane to France."
"Got it boss."
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Darkly, Yours
RomanceStory-Belle Prince, a 20-year-old innocent, is a delicate flower in a world of thorns. Her purity is her greatest vulnerability. Enter Cassius Blackwood, a 40-year-old ruthless master, with eyes that burn like hellfire. His presence is a whispered p...