Healing Touch

¤Chapter 16¤

Roman's fist connected with his face causing blood to splatter onto the ground. His muscles bulged making them much more visible through his shirt. The veins in his buckles and neck popped.

He had lost patients and now allowed his knuckles to do all the talking. He was going to put him through excruciating pain before ending his life. But everything could stop if only he would tell him what happened at the docks that got his men injured and what had happened to his shipment.

"Please man I've got a family." The man cried.

"What happened to my shipment!" He yelled allowing his voice to boom throughout the small room.

"I'm not telling you."

Roman pulled out his dagger and pressed it against his cheek. "This blade will make 100 cuts on your body without killing you. I don't care how long it takes but when you die there surely will be 100 cuts on your body."

With that said he made a slow but not deep cut on his cheek. Once he was done he stepped back.

"Take him away and don't feed him for the next couple of days." He said giving his dagger to one off his men before walking out. "Gabriel go get the next bastarad on the list." He growled as he walked out the warehouse.

Gabriel nodded before he got into his own car and drove off. Roman got into his own and drove off towards his home.

Once he got home he made his way towards the kitchen feeling exhausted as ever. When he got into the kitchen he spotted Eleanor munching on some fruit. It wasn't the first time he'd walk in seeing her eat something. It had been multiple times.

"No sleep again?" He asked even though he knew the answer.

"Mhm...working late?" She asked him knowing very well what kind of work he'd been doing and if its not work surely some woman had spread her legs wide open for him. Either one she knew it had to be one.

"Yes." He nodded as he leaned against the fridge.

They had small talk during their midnight run in on each other. In some ways they've gotten close but not really close to the point where she would stop calling him a swine nor him stop insulting her. It's weird and complicated but they seem to understand each other and that's what seemed to matter most to them. Enemies at day time and friends at night time.

"What happened to your hand?" She asked him.

"Nothing." He simply answered.

She rolled her eyes. "Go run it over water." She stated finishing up the rest of the fruit.

"I'm fine." He stated.

"I wasn't asking what you were I was giving you a clear simply instruction." She retorted grabbing the first aid kit from the kitchen cupboard.

Roman rolled his eyes but ran his hand under cold water either way. Soon Eleanor came and cleaned up his hands.

"Smiley faces?" Roman asked amused gesturing towards the bandaids.

"What? They're cute." She grinned.

"I'm a man Elley I don't need cute." He rolled his eyes.

"Too late." She shrugged. "Plus I'm the doctor so you have to follow my orders." She stated before turning around and packing everything back into the first aid kit.

When she turned around she came to face Roman's chest. "Whoa..." She stepped back slightly only to bump into the counter top.

"Is that so doc?" He quizzed. "And if I don't follow your orders."