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When the heavy door closed, trapping Brian in with Roman, Salvatore, Abel, and Morrigan, the man’s head swung their way. He was tied with his hands behind his back to a chair in the center of the otherwise empty space. His face was bloody and swollen and bruised, but Roman could still make out his features. And Brian was still capable of talking. Which he did the moment he saw them.
“Mr. Romano! You need to let me go. This is all a big misunderstanding,” the doctor said, pleading with his eyes.
“My reputation precedes me, I see,” Roman commented, moving further into the freezer. It wasn’t turned on. But it could be if needed.
Brian nodded shakily. “I know who you are. I’ve worked with a few of your colleagues. I-I-I’ve always found the transactions easy.”
“Is that so?” Roman inquired mildly. It was news to him. And news that made his blood boil. “In what way?”
Brian looked from one pissed off, intimidating face to another, swallowing audibly. “Drugs. I have access at work to all kinds of medicine. I’ve swapped some products a few times.”
“Swapped with whom?” Salvatore asked, coming to stand by Roman. He glared down at him from his considerable height.
“Gentry,” Brian replied.
Salvatore nodded, a tick forming in his jaw. “I know Gentry,” he allowed.
So did Roman. He was a mercenary who contracted with Salvatore. And he would be getting paid a visit by his friend before the day was out.
Brian looked relieved. “Good, good. So, we’re cool? You’ll let me go?”
Roman looked at his friends in shock. The man thought they were going to let him go because they had a mutual acquaintance? “I don’t think you realize the severity of your predicament,” Roman informed the surgeon.
“I made a mistake,” Brian said. “It won’t happen again.”
“You made a mistake,” Roman confirmed, stalking closer. “The worst mistake of your miserable life.”
“Please, I-I can pay,” Brian offered.
“Pay?” Roman asked incredulously. “You think I want or need your money? I’m a fucking billionaire!” he roared into Brian’s face.
The man was startled so badly his chair almost toppled over. Roman blew out a breath, getting himself under control. Just a little longer, he promised himself. He needed to keep it together just a bit longer because he had questions he wanted answers to.
“This is how this is going to work,” Roman began. “I’m going to ask you questions, and you will answer them promptly and truthfully.”
“And then you’ll let me go?” Brian asked hopefully.
Silence met his moronic question for a few tense moments before Roman and his family burst into laughter. Brian’s eyes widened, and he looked around fearfully. When they all quieted, after sharing amused looks, Roman told Brian, “No. I will not let you go. I’m going to kill you, Dr. Mathers.”
“Ki-kill?” Brian looked around frantically. “You can’t do that. I’m a surgeon!”
“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” Abel wanted to know.
“I’m important!” Brian shouted. “I’m well known. You can’t kill me.”
Morrigan circled Brian slowly, tapping her knife against her palm with every step she took. “You are no more important than any other person on the planet. A job doesn’t dictate your worth... you fucking piece of shit.” She kicked him in the chest, sending him and the chair flying.
They all left him where he landed for a few moments. He was on his side and crying. It was pathetic. Roman motioned to Salvatore, and he sighed, reaching down to yank the chair back into place. But before he moved back to his position beside Roman, he elbowed Brian in the nose, causing it to gush blood.
Roman smirked to the sound of pitiful whimpering. It seemed his friends were short on control this evening. Roman knew just how they felt. He wanted to let loose on the man. But he really did have some things he needed to know. The first being... “How many women have you tried this with?”
“Better question: how many women have you succeeded with?” Morrigan questioned, her hazel eyes narrowed dangerously.
“Why do you care? I know who you are,” Brian spluttered out through his messed-up face, looking at Roman. “I know what you’ve done. You’re worse than me!”
Roman looked at the disgraced surgeon in disdain. “You have no idea who I am. You have no idea what I’ve done. As for being worse than you? You can be the judge of that after I’m done with you. But know one thing...” He backhanded the man, unable to keep his temper in check. “I don’t rape. That act is reserved for the lowest of the low.”
Brian swore, but Roman figured it was more automatic than anything else because he also resumed whimpering about how hurt he was. Roman shook his head; the man had no idea how much hurt he was about to feel. “You didn’t answer my question. How many?”
