Greatest Pleasure

fifteen - torture

Romeo's pov.

*Mature readers.*

I watched Kadens face turn stone cold as he stands up, throwing his desk across the room. I watch the papers fly and the wood break.

He tightens his jaw as he makes eye contact with me. His eyes are pitch black.

Kaden has always had the look of death whenever he was pissed off ever since middle school where I met him at but this is something I never seen before.

It's like looking into the pits of hell themselves.

I watched as he calmly takes off his jacket and his dress shirt, laying them perfectly over his chair followed by his pants.

He has never taken off his clothes to interrogate someone before.

He grabs the hem of his basketball shorts for a second but decides to leave them on. Putting his gun on his desk.

"Sir." I say motioning towards the gun.

He gives me a glare. "I trust my men to protect me but I doubt I need it."

His voice was unrecognizable. Dark and raspy. Almost haunted.

I nod as he takes off his dress shoes. He turns to grab his running shoes from the closet and I couldn't hide my smile when I see all the scratches on his back.

My man!

Every since middle school, I've been giving him shit about his virginity but he always said he's watching for the one.

I thought he was stupid until I seen the way his face glows everytime someone mentions Stormi.

Or the way he glows when he's around her.

The light in his eyes when he is with her.

Even with her life in danger, his face lit up when he seen her pictures. Stormi is so beautiful, I'm so proud of my brother. In this line of business, you need a little heaven at home so your life isn't consumed with death all the time.

I follow Kaden downstairs to the kitchen. He grabs a potato skinner, an ice cream scoop and a pizza cutter.

I'd never admit to anymore but Kaden truly scares me. Some of the things I've seen him do with no remorse, is something you couldn't even dream about. It's torturous.

I follow Kaden downstairs along with a few other men.

When we reach the torture room, Kaden hands me his phone.

"If she calls or messages, let me know straight away." He said before opening the door.

I stare at the amateurs. They are dressed in all black. Our men are always dressed in suits no matter what the job is.

Kaden doesn't like when we dress down. He calls it disrespectful.

Besides Kaden right now. He probably doesn't want to ruin another suit.