Finding Romeo

Chapter 14

(Luka's POV)

The men heaved the guy into the van and closed the door, one of them getting into the driver's seat while I got in the back. The van started moving forward and soon we were on our way. Luckily it was dark out and no one had paid much attention to us snatching the guy.

For someone rumoured to be as dangerous as him, he had been fairly easy to obtain.

Maybe he really was psychotic like the rumors had said and he was just waiting for the right moment to attack.

I was ready and waiting though, I had dealt with criminals for along time. I knew what made them tick and, most importantly, how to make them break.

I was going to crack this guy open like an egg.

I sat in a chair across from him, watching as his eyes moved from the men inside the van to me. His eyes wide and taking everything in, no doubt he was planning something. I let the silence spread out, knowing that the longer he sat there, his arms tied behind his back and helpless, the more fear would crawl into him and the easier it would be to break him.

After a long time of silence, he still hadn't spoken a word or made a single sound. This guy was obviously going to be a tough cookie, but all cookies crumbled in the end.

"So you're Talia's friend?" I finally spoke, breaking the silence. He stared back at me, his eyes unreadable as he stayed silent. "How surprising, her friend being a low life. You must be a new low for her though, right? What was it your father called you? Ah now I remember, a psychotic, useless piece of shit who turns on people in a blink of an eye." His jaw clenched, but still he sat quietly. "That little bit of information got me wondering, if you would turn like that on your own father, what would keep you from turning on Talia?"

I stood and approached him, flexing my muscles and my hands, trying to show him how strong I was. It was an instinctual challenge, a show of aggression and a warning. It was something I would do with guys, along with a punch in the face, who couldn't understand a language I spoke but could understand physical language. It usually worked fairly well, this guy however, was obviously a nut job. His eyes glanced down for a moment before returning to my face, his expression not changing.

"So I'm thinking, why would you be involved in this unless there was something in it for that crooked mind of yours? Maybe for a piece of the action right? Look at the hellhole that you live at. Even a small percentage of the money these guys will be making from this job would set you for what, a couple years?" I laughed, moving forward with range of him and grabbing the front of his jacket and yanking him up closer to me. "Why are you doing this, what's in it for you?" I growled into his face. The guy just looked back at me for a minute and then squirmed around.

This guy was really starting to make me mad. I mean, I was trying to be nice here. So I did what I would do in any situation with a criminal. I punched him in the stomach, letting go of his hoody. The guy wheezed and took in a long breath, his eyes glazing over in the most lifeless look I'd seen in a living, breathing person. After a few minutes, he blinked, his eyes coming back to life as they snapped up, boring into mine as he eyes finally flashed with emotion. Was it annoyance? Anger? I really didn't care, I had gotten a reaction.

I didn't care if I had to beat the guy within an inch of his life, he was going to tell me what I wanted to know.

He was going to wish he had never called my number by the time I was through with him.

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(Romeo's POV)

Pain.

It had been awhile since I had felt pain other than hunger pains, but there it was, throbbing deep in my gut as I sucked in my breath.