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Brian licked his bleeding lip. “I-I don’t know.”
“Bullshit!” Morrigan swore. “A man like you keeps count. You probably even have a little black book of horrors.”
Roman saw Brian lower his eyes and knew Morrigan was correct. The sick fuck had kept records. He looked at Sal, who nodded back. Salvatore would find it. “How many?” Roman demanded again.
Brian’s eyes jumped around the room. “Angela was the first. I... I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Too many long hours. I made a poor choice.”
“Oh, you’ve made a poor choice, all right,” Abel agreed, walking into Brian’s line of sight. He was holding an innocuous-looking, plain mug. “You chose to lie. After needing to be asked more than once.” He shook his head sadly. “Poor choice, man. Close your eyes.”
Brian’s eyes did the opposite—they widened, as much as the swelling and bruising would allow. “Why?”
“Okay,” Abel shrugged. “Don’t.” He tossed the mug filled with salt onto Brian’s face.
The man screamed so loud that Roman winced, and Morrigan actually covered her ears. “Fuck, man! What’s wrong with you? Have some self-respect,” she admonished.
Because his hands were tied behind his back, Brian was unable to rub his stinging eyes, let alone the scrapes and cuts on his face. Roman had no sympathy for the man. After all, Abel had told him to close his eyes.
“I ask a question, and you answer it. Do you understand? If you don’t, you get more pain,” Roman informed Brian evenly. “It’s interesting, isn’t it, how something as easy as table salt can be turned into a weapon?” He looked around the barren space. “This isn’t my usual place for such activities. Most of my favorite toys are in my penthouse. But there is a fully stocked kitchen, so I’ll make do.”
“W-why are you doing this?” Brian asked, his eyes streaming from the salt and pain.
“He can’t be this stupid?!” Morrigan exclaimed, looking dumbfounded.
Roman knew he was this stupid. The man still thought he’d be walking out of there after they were done. His brain couldn’t compute that death was coming. But it would before they were finished with him. In fact, he would beg for the mercy of death.“Let’s try this again. How many women have you drugged?”
He wanted to lie; Roman could see it on his smarmy face. But in the end, he confessed, “Six. There’s been six.”
“And how many have you raped?”
“Four.”
“We saved Angela in time. Was the other woman your old neighbor?” Abel questioned.
Brian looked surprised. “How did you know about that?”
“It doesn’t matter how I knew.” Abel glared at him. “Just answer the question. Or I’ll get my salt back out.”
“Yes. Yes, she was the other one,” Brian said quickly. “She’d been flirting with me for months. Even when she had a boyfriend. When they fought, I figured it was my chance. She turned me down.” His face darkened, and his voice turned harsh. “They always turn me down.”
“And you don’t like taking no for an answer,” Morrigan concluded. “I’m going to enjoy slicing your dick off.”
“My...” Brian’s eyes bulged. He looked at Roman, of all people. “She won’t really do that, will she?”
Oh, she would, Roman knew. An eye for an eye was big in their world. It was something they had been raised with and witnessed many times as youths. When he turned his back on his blood family, he turned his back on many of their ways. But an eye for an eye wasn’t one of them. He fully intended to give Brian as much pain as he dished out over the years. And because that pain included his cock, it would be one of the first things to go.
Morrigan moved her head into Brian’s line of sight like some demented Jack-in-the-box, saying, “She will.” She brandished one of her knives at him.
Brian struggled a little, trying to loosen the ropes that were wrapped around his chest as well as his hands. It was entirely pointless. His team knew their way around rope. Roman let the man cling to his false hope, enjoying the way he thrashed and wiggled like a fish on a hook. “I’m going to need a machete or something,” he told Abel quietly. “Maybe there’s something in the kitchen, or in the trunk of one of the cars?” he suggested.
Abel nodded and left the room.
While Roman was waiting for Abel, he squatted down in front of Brian. “What hand was it?”
“Wha-what do you mean?” Brian looked around a little, blinking rapidly. His eyes were still streaming water and incredibly bloodshot.
“Angel told me everything you did to her. She said you touched her breasts.” Roman could barely get the words out because he was so livid. Saying it out loud caused him to think about it. And thinking about it caused him to want to vomit. But not as much as it made him want to chop up the man in front of him.
Roman leaned in close to Brian’s face. “Which hand did you use to touch that which didn’t belong to you?”
