Eugene's POV
I was called into my Father's office this morning and I'm on my way there. I'm not entirely sure about what this unexpected meeting is about and I don't have a good gut feeling about it.
Knock knock.
"Come in!"
I opened the door to reveal a man with a beard dressed in a suit. My Father would dress up for any occasion no matter what. I sat down on the chair and waited to be spoken too.
He did the thing I would do when I called someone to my office. He put his hands on his desk and sat in silence while huffing and puffing. As he looked up to face me, I managed to crack a smile.
He smiled back and said, "Masquerade ball."
"What about?"
"I'm going to announce your new position during the masquerade ball that's taking place in 3 months."
I pursed my lips together and looked at my feet. I fiddled with my fingers that laid on his desk as I didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"Don't worry, son. I know you can do it."
I nodded my head.
"Anything else you need me for?"
"Ah, the rifles. Have you questioned our dearest prisoner?" he said, slyly.
I raised my right eyebrow as I was confused. Prisoner? Did Grayson finally caught him? Many questions were in my mind. My Father might have the answers.
"Did Gray..?" I stuttered.
He nodded.
"I'll place an appointment with him later in the afternoon."
"Alright, you are dismissed."
I stood up from the seat and walked away from the desk to the oak doors. I turned the door knob and went on my way. Time to question this d*ckhead...
-in the basement cells-
I've locked many people in the cells. During their first few weeks of their stay, we usually don't give them much food and water. We will only increase the quantity once we manage to pry the information we need from them.
I swung open the creaky oak door and went over to the counter desk.
"Hey, Gabriel!"
"What's up, Eugene?"
"uhh, new prisoner?"
"Oh, Jonas? He's passed out. We beat the sh*t out of him because he wouldn't stop cursing and it disturbed our other prisoners on good behaviour."
"Alright, can I take him to the dungeon for questioning?"
"Of course, let me write it down for a second and done! Here's the keys."
He hands me the keys and I looked at the tag number. I smiled to myself as he was given the worst cell in our basement.
No toilet, no bed and most importantly, a lot of rats!
I found myself chuckling and eventually headed to his cell.
Ah, Matteo Jonas.
He was knocked out, cold, on the dirty floor. I unlocked the door and walked over him. He is staying at the isolated corner of our basement and it was nearer to the dungeon so I didn't have to drag his heavy as* along the long hallway to reach the dungeon.
I grabbed him by his arm and dragged him to the dungeon. I'll admit it, he wasn't as heavy as I thought he would be.
I sat him up on a chair and tied his hands and feet together so that he won't escape from the chair. The chair was covered in dry blood and had holes through the back of it.
It was the Death Chair. It is what it is named.
His eyes squinted open and I gave him a few seconds to adjust to his surroundings. He was just in bright light and now in darkness.
"Jonas."
"Dolan." he hissed.
"Welcome to my crib!" I switched on the lights and spread my arms in a sarcastic attempt to 'show' him around the tiny room.
"F*ck you!"
"Join in the waiting list, buddy! I'm always open to new things," I said sarcastically.
"Why am I here?!" he yelled.
"You know why."
"I do not," he denied.
"Talk or you're staying in that cell with no food and water!"
"NEVER!"
I dragged him by the corner of his chair and threw him into his cell. His face was flat on the dirty blood-stained floor with his hands and feet still tied to the chair. I locked him up before bidding goodbye.
"I'll come back in, two days? You better use these days to think of whether want to answer me or not because your life depends on your response."
I walked back to the counter and recorded the time I left before heading out the door. On my agenda, I had a meeting with the alliances during dinner so I have time to do some work.
I have not really done much work lately since I'm always in meetings. As I was walking back to the East Wing, I bumped into my Father and he asked if I wanted lunch. I just told him that I will be eating out.
I changed into casual wear and headed out to the garage to find my car. I owned a Matte Black Lamborghini Aventador by the way.
This is my bellissima principessa [beautiful princess]; Viola.
I drove Viola to the local Mcdonalds because like any other man on Earth, I have class.
I parked Viola on a parking space once I've reached my destination and I went inside. My usual order would be a Big Mac with a side of fries and a Coke. My stomach was grumbling at this point.
I walked over to the ordering counter and I saw her again- the stunning brunette. She put her hair up in a bun and I could tell she wasn't wearing makeup. She looked equally gorgeous regardless. Moving on to what she was wearing, she had this simple grey sweatshirt on with black leggings. Something about her very casual outfit made me feel weird in my stomach. I haven't felt like since 8th grade, gosh.
She smells like vanilla and roses. Wow...
I didn't realise that I was standing too close to her until she turned around. She was probably uncomfortable at our very close distance.
When she turned around, she instantly flashed her pearly whites and asked how I was doing. Such a caring person...
"I'm grand. What about you?"
"I'm feeling wonderful now that you're here," she giggled.
Gosh, that giggle was so cute. Just like her, haha. Oh my, snap out of it Ethan! You don't fall in love. You f*ck and dump.
I flashed her another smile before she turns around and ordered her lunch. She was paying with her debit card and she dropped it before she scanned it on the scanner.
I swiftly swiped mine to pay for her meal. When she got up, she had this confused 'what did you do' face.
I smirked as the cashier handed her, her receipt.
a/n: heloooo, its at night and my eyes can barely open. thank you for over 100 reads!! have a nice day yalls!
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