Indebted to Roman

7 | No Mercy

ROMAN

I grin as Margot blushes red and storms out of the flat. Given the fact she has perfected the art of being stone cold, seeing her unravelled is oddly satisfying.

I push the sleeves of my white shirt up, ready to begin my research for an upcoming law essay, when my phone rings.

Anders.

I frown and snatch it up from my desk.

Anders is our head of security.

I accept the call and put the phone to my ear. "Morning, Anders."

"Roman, we have a security breach at Wharehouse 13. They've just made it into the building."

Fuck. Wharehouse 13 is an armoury.

I'm out of my chair in an instant and pulling on a black hoodie.

"Are you en route?"

Anders continues, "I'll be there in five minutes."

I pull up the destination on my phone as I leave the flat.

"Right behind you. Take them alive if you can, Anders."

I like to get to know my enemies before I annihilate them.

~

I step over the bodies that litter the entrance to the warehouse, gun in hand.

"Anders?" I call.

He shouts, "Back office!"

I stroll through the warehouse. More bodies. More blood.

I reach the back office and Anders greets me with a nod.

"What happened?" I ask, glancing around the room.

Two men are bound to chairs in the corner of the room, and my men have their guns trained on them.

"Twenty or more guys tried to seige the place. We managed to capture two. Four got away with a few crates of guns in a pickup truck. The rest we shot dead. A cleanup crew is on the way."

I nod, "Any idea of who?"

"None yet. They won't tell us anything."

Anders indicates to the two bound men.

The dark haired one sneers at me. I slowly smile back.

I ask him, "Who do you work for?"

"Go fuck yourself, Emrys."

I grab a chair and drag it across the room. I sit down in front of the bound men and lean forward.

Both men instinctively lean back away from me.

"Ah, so you know who I am. Why don't you tell me who you are?"

The dark haired male laughs. "Asger's little brother. All bark and no bite.