Savior (BWWM)

Twelve

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ROMAN'S POV

I walked into the basement, ready to make this bastard regret ever laying a finger on Blake.

My Blake.

The air was cold, sharp enough to sting the lungs. Just how I liked it. This was my space. My personal chamber for men like him. Torture. Pain. Answers. Death. No one came down here unless I gave permission.

Jared sat chained to a wooden chair, his wrists and ankles secured with thick metal cuffs. He wasn't going anywhere.

And he was going to feel every ounce of what he did to her.

I pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside. I needed full range of motion. Comfort wasn't the goal, control was.

I started calmly. "Want to tell me why you injected her?"

He laughed, loud and shameless. "Come on, use your brain. It's common sense."

I crossed my arms. "You've got five seconds to start talking... or I rip your teeth out one by one."

He raised his hands in mock surrender. "You really are a violent man."

I didn't answer. I walked over to my table of tools, pliers, blades, drills and picked up a pair of stainless steel pliers.

"Last chance."

He sighed, eyes flicking to the wall like he could escape through it. "Boss said... if we couldn't bring the girl in alive, we were to kill her. No loose ends."

My jaw clenched. Luis. That twisted bastard.

I moved faster than I realized, cracking Jared across the jaw with the pliers. He jerked back, blood flying as a dark red bruise formed across his cheek.

"FUCK, man!" he shouted, coughing blood. "I told you the truth!"

"I didn't like the answer," I muttered, tossing the pliers aside and picking up a blade.

He stared at me, eyes narrowed. Then he smirked. "You got a thing for Luis's daughter, huh? That why you're losing your shit?"

I was on him in an instant. Knife to his neck.

"You think you're funny?" I whispered, dragging the blade slowly across his skin. Not deep enough to kill, but deep enough to bleed. Enough to make him squirm.

He grunted through the pain. "You'll pay for this," he spat. "Your sister... maybe your mother's next."
He gave a low, malicious chuckle. "Like Cyrus."

He didn't just say that.

That name, Cyrus. He had the nerve to say it.
I shoved the knife straight through his hand, twisting it in slowly, relishing the scream that tore from his throat.

"Doesn't feel so good now, does it?" I said, grinning as he writhed.

I pulled my gun from my waistband and aimed it at his forehead. I was done. No more talking. I'd gotten what I needed, Luis's orders, his motives. That he was willing to kill his own daughter to keep his empire.

I wasn't going to let that go.

I wasn't going to let him live.

"Oh my God..." a voice choked behind me.