ROGAN
Rogan was sitting in his office going over the events of the past couple of hours. How had somebody gotten into his car? The only logical explanation was his men hadn’t locked the door.
The first thing to pop into his mind was his men betraying him. But he knew Lino wasn’t like that. He was the one driving and Rogan had complete faith in his loyalty.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Lucius asked as he walked into the office.
Rogan shook his head and relaxed in his seat. He needed to stop thinking about this because if he didn’t, it was going to be the only thing on his mind for several days. Or until he went and talked to the girl in his basement.
He wanted her to be in the dark and disoriented for at least a day and a half before he confronted her. Normally, when they used this technique on women, they answered his questions truthfully. Rogan always made sure they had food and water provided for them if it was longer than a day and a half, but they even ate in the dark. He wasn’t a complete monster, but he also knew tactics to get people talking.
“Come on. What happened while you were out?” Lucius asked. “I heard a girl screaming. I know something happened. I could go check in the basement if you don’t want to tell me.”
Rogan glared at him. Lucius knew he kept people down in the basement in the dark so they were disoriented and didn’t know how much time had passed. He didn’t like to go down there very often on the first day if he could help it. He didn’t want them to have any human contact. “I’m not telling you,” Rogan said.
Something didn’t sit well with Rogan. The girl had looked absolutely petrified when they opened the trunk and pulled out their purchases. She’d immediately started crying and shying away from them. Something a person wouldn’t do if they were trained to spy or skillfully infiltrate something. Unless they were just acting dumb, but something inside of Rogan told him she wasn’t playing pretend.
“Come on Rogan. This is going to fester inside of you and then you’re going to spend hours in the gym. Just tell me what’s going on now, so you don’t have to do it later,” Lucius said. “Better to just get it over with now than having to give me the summarized version of it when we’re on tight time.”
Rogan let out a sigh and nodded his head. Lucius knew him well because they had done this several times before.
“Some woman climbed into the back of the car and hid in the trunk,” Rogan said. “We found her when we were taking bags out from the back.
She looked absolutely petrified and was crying.”
Lucius cringed. “You hate crying. Did you yell at her?”
Rogan glared at him. “Not important.”
“Oh, come on, sure it’s important. Did you scare her even more and make her cry harder?”
“She was paralyzed with fear and when I asked her who she was and how she got into the trunk, she couldn’t reply. She was crying so hard.”
“So, let me guess. You got so frustrated you told the men to take her away?”
Rogan sighed. Lucius knew him well. “Yes. They took her to the basement and put cuffs on her arms and legs. She’s sitting in the dark.”
“Hmmm, your famous treatment. Are you going to let her simmer down there for a couple of days before you interrogate her?”
“Yes. It’s effective and it doesn’t harm her.”
That was why Rogan liked it so much. Especially for women. It let him disorient them, make them scared but not inflict pain on them. Normally they would answer all his questions when he went down to ask. Sometimes they would even blab some information they didn’t need to because they wanted to get out.
Effective.
“Did she look familiar? Do you know who she is?” Lucius asked.
Rogan shook his head. He hadn’t gotten get a good look at her but from the little he saw, she didn’t look familiar at all. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in my life.”
“So are you just going to ask her questions when you see her or are you going to torture her?”
“Right now she doesn’t seem to be a threat.”
Lucius stared at him and cocked his head to the side. “What is your gut telling you?”
Rogan groaned. He hated when Lucius asked him this question. His gut was normally never wrong but there had been a few times.
“Tell me,” Lucius said. “It’s obviously saying something.” “My gut doesn’t talk to me. It’s just a feeling,” Rogan replied.
“Could have fooled me. The way you talk about it, it seems like it talks to you.”
Rogan glared at Lucius and shook his head. He knew what Lucius was doing. Lucius was his second-in-command, his best friend since they were kids. He knew Rogan better than almost anyone on the planet. He was trying to get his defenses down so he could ask as many questions as he wanted to. It wasn’t going to work this time.
“I just don’t feel like she has an ulterior motive. She seems too terrified. It was genuine,” Rogan said as he thought back to what had happened earlier. As much as he tried to be hard and ruthless, all his men knew he had a soft spot for women. He didn’t like to hurt them.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Lucius asked.
“We’re not going to torture her. We’re just going to let her sit in the dark room for a day or two, make her feel uneasy, but nothing is going to happen to her. I’m just going to question her, find out who she is and why she was in my car.”
“So, basically you’ve already made up your mind that she’s innocent.” Rogan glared at him again.
“Don’t go assuming things. You don’t know what’s going through my mind,” Rogan said.
“Sorry, Boss.”
Rogan rolled his eyes and knew Lucius really wasn’t sorry. He only said that out of formality, and it didn’t bother Rogan. They’d been best friends for years. They had the bond for that.
“I haven’t already made up my mind. As of right now, my gut is telling me she doesn’t have a bad bone in her body. I’m going to walk in there being cautious and ask her questions. If anything changes and I realize she has an ulterior motive then we’ll move on with a different course of action,” Rogan said.
He’d already thought about this several times. Part of him hoped his gut was right and she wasn’t bad. He hoped she’d a great reason for slipping into his car.
“So you’re going to leave her in the basement for a day?” Lucius asked. “I’m just asking so we’re on the same page. And in case anyone asks me.”
“I’m thinking two days at least. Give her time to get worked up so she’ll be more inclined to talk when I go down there,” Rogan said. “Someone will bring her food once a day. The lights will not be turned on and she will be fed by that person.”
“So, basically, you’re going to make her desperate for food, water, and light. Are you going to use it against her when you ask her questions?”
“If I have to. If she’s not cooperating, then I’ll threaten to turn the lights off or withhold food or water. It should do the trick.”
Lucius nodded his head and sat down on the couch next to Rogan’s desk. “How did you get the screaming girl past your sister and the twins?” he asked.
“It just happened that they were out when I came home. It worked great. They don’t need to know about the girl in the basement. They don’t need to be involved in this,” Rogan replied.
“Understood. So how are you feeling about that situation?”
He sighed and ran his hand down his face. He didn’t want to think about this either. He had been trying to avoid thinking about his sister moving away soon, but it seemed like everywhere he turned, the reminders were sitting right in front of his face.
Hedda probably felt the same way about staying. His sister had gone through a traumatic event and moved away a month after, only to find herself living with and falling for Oliver and Leo, twin brothers who eventually became her Daddies. Rogan hated that she was leaving, but he couldn’t blame her. And at least Oliver and Leo, her Daddies were retired military men who had the training and knowledge to really keep her safe. Not only that, but Rogan knew they made her feel safe, too, and that was important. Rogan just hated that he was no longer the one making her feel safe.
“I want my sister to be happy. I don’t want to be on her bad side and have Hedda hate me. So, I’m going to have to figure out how to be okay with her being with them,” Rogan said.
“Why don’t you like the twins?”
“I like them fine,” Rogan growled, “but no one is ever going to be good enough for my sister.”
“Their security was top-notch and you can’t deny that. Kirk couldn’t get into the house. Says something about it.”
Rogan sighed and nodded his head. He didn’t like that Kirk, their amazing hacker, couldn’t disable their security system to get into their house. What if something happened and she wasn’t able to get out?
The twins had reassured him everything was going to be okay. Her prints were in the system, and she knew the passcode. It still didn’t make him feel any better. So, the twins allowed his fingerprints to be in the system as well and he knew the password every single time it changed.
It eased his mind a bit, but he still worried.
“Do you need me to do the interrogation?” Lucius asked.
“Why would I need you to do that?”
“I heard some of the guards talking. She seems to be around your sister’s age. Didn’t know if you were seeing her as your sister or not. Didn’t
know if you needed me to do the asking of questions.”
Rogan snorted. “She’s nothing like my sister.”
“Maybe not a year ago, but recently I would say yes.”
He glared at Lucius. He didn’t need this right now. “She’s not and you haven’t even met the prisoner.”
“Oh, so she’s a prisoner now?” Lucius said. “I haven’t met her, but I have heard the three guards you had with her talking. She cried a lot and you barked at her to stop. The other day you barked at your sister to stop crying because you thought it was a sign of weakness.”
“It is a fucking sign of weakness!” Rogan roared. “I told her to stop crying so she could answer my fucking question.”
“And it didn’t go well. Do you need me to talk to her when the time comes?”
“No.” Rogan glared at Lucius once again. “I’m going to be asking the questions.”
“Alright. Well, I’ve gotta dip.”
Rogan said goodbye and watched his friend leave. What he’d said made Rogan think maybe it wasn’t a good idea for him to be the one to ask the questions. He absolutely hated when girls cried.
He sighed and leaned back into his chair. This was an absolute mess. How was this going to play out?
A knock on the door brought Rogan from his thoughts. “Come in,” he barked.
Raynar walked into his office, eyes cast down. This was how he greeted Rogan every time they saw each other in person. Part of him felt like Raynar gave off submissive vibes, but he’d seen Raynar interact with other subs and be a Dom. Raynar could be a switch, but Rogan wasn’t sure.
“What can I do for you?” Rogan asked.
Raynar stopped in front of his desk, playing with his hands. He was picking at his fingers, a nasty habit.
“Raynar,” Rogan said. “Look at me.”
Raynar lifted his head and they made eye contact. Rogan stared, wanting to see how long Raynar could keep the contact. It didn’t take long, maybe five seconds before Raynar looked down.
Rogan sighed. “What can I do for you?”
Raynar stood there, continuing to pick at his fingers.
“If you continue to do that, you’re going to make your fingers bleed.” His gaze shot up and his hands went behind his back.
Rogan definitely didn’t want that. “Hands on my desk where I can see them,” he commanded.
Raynar’s eyes went wide and he quickly obeyed.
Rogan’s eyebrow raised. He hadn’t expected Raynar to actually do it. Rogan didn’t know why he’d issued the command anyway. He wasn’t Raynar’s Dom, his boss, yes, but not his Dom. But Raynar following his command made Rogan think he probably did have switchy tendencies.
“Sorry, Sir,” Raynar gently said.
Both of Rogan’s eyebrows went up. He was not expecting to be called
Sir.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Forget I said that.”
“Already forgotten,” Rogan replied. He didn’t know why, because he definitely wasn’t going to forget that. It was different, but something stirred inside of Rogan when Raynar called him Sir. Maybe that was why he said he already forgot it, to soothe and help Raynar calm down.
“I really am sorry,” Raynar said as he took a step back, pulling his hands off Rogan’s desk.
“Did I say you could move your hands?”
Raynar’s eyes went wide, and he quickly scrambled forward to place his hands back on the desk.
Rogan closed his eyes. What was he doing? This was so unlike him. But when Raynar called him Sir and followed his commands, something sparked inside. Rogan knew he’d always been interested in both men and women, but he’d never acted on any of his desires.
“Now, what did you need?” Rogan asked once again, trying to get the conversation on track and smooth out the awkwardness of the exchange.
“Nothing,” Raynar rushed out. “It was nothing.”
Rogan raised an eyebrow. It was definitely not nothing. “Tell me.” Rogan watched as Raynar started to fidget in front of him. “Take a deep
breath for me. Good boy. Now let it out slowly.” Raynar’s cheeks turned red and he visibly shivered.
Someone liked being called a good boy.
Their eyes met.
“I heard you had someone in the basement,” Raynar said. “I was wondering if you were going to need my expertise or not.” “Ah, you’ve heard. No, I won’t be,” Rogan replied.
Raynar’s shoulders sagged and a look of disappointment crossed his face, followed quickly by obvious relief.
Interesting. Did Raynar not like cleaning up and getting rid of the dead bodies?
“Oh, okay. If it changes, let me know.”
“I will.”
Raynar looked back down at his hands and his eyes narrowed. What was Raynar thinking right now? Why were his eyes narrowing at his hands? He looked back up at Rogan.
“May I leave, Sir?” Raynar asked. “Shit. I meant Boss. Can I leave now, Boss?”
Rogan couldn’t help but let a smile slip onto his face. He realized he loved it when Raynar called him Sir. Something flipped inside of him every time.
“You may go,” Rogan said. “And you can continue to call me Sir if you want.”
Raynar’s eyes went wide again and he scurried out of the room, his face red.
Rogan couldn’t help but look at how his ass moved when he was rushing out of his office.
Delicious.