ROGAN
Rogan was currently sitting in his office, thinking over the events of the past three days. Bonnie had snuck into his car. But why? He hadn’t asked her that question because any time he tried, she would start crying. And then they found out Miguel was hurting her when he said not to.
Nothing was going according to plan. Nothing at all.
The door opened and Angelo walked in.
“Ever heard of knocking?” Rogan asked. “I’m your boss, you know that right? Give me the respect of knocking before you enter my office.”
“Sorry, but it’s important,” Angelo said, coming to stand right in front of his desk.
“Everything okay with Bonnie?” He couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Rogan knew Angelo had just come from seeing her and he wanted to know everything.
“She doesn’t belong down there,” Angelo said.
Rogan agreed, she didn’t but he didn’t have a place to put her right now. He was trying to deal with Miguel. Well, give Miguel some time to simmer in the torture room to scare him a little.
“Bonnie isn’t a threat and she shouldn’t be down there,” Angelo continued to speak. “She shouldn’t be cuffed to the chair.”
“And why do you think that?” Rogan asked. He wanted to see what Angelo had to say. Rogan wasn’t planning on keeping Bonnie down there forever. He first needed to talk to Miguel-more like torture-and then he was going to move Bonnie somewhere.
“She’s scared out of her mind,” Angelo said.
“She could be faking it.” Rogan hated to say that, but it was true. For all they knew, Bonnie could be very good at faking things. But deep down, Rogan didn’t believe that. The fear in her eyes was too real.
Angelo scoffed and folded his arms. “Don’t play with me. It’s not true and you know it.”
“I don’t know what to believe right now.” Rogan didn’t want to give away that he had a slight interest in her. Part of him wanted to lock her away in his room, so he could take care of her.
Bonnie sounded like a Little, especially when she was waking up from her sleep. Asking for her pacifier and a stuffy. All signs she was a Little, but he couldn’t know for sure. His Daddy instincts were screaming at him, though.
“Cut the bullshit. You see it, I know you do,” Angelo said. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the looks you’ve given her or the growl earlier.”
Rogan sighed. He was hoping Angelo didn’t see or hear any of it. He didn’t know what came over him when he growled earlier. Yes, he did. Rogan didn’t want Angelo to help her shower, it was as simple as that.
“And the way she looked at you when I asked her questions. There is something going on and you can’t pretend with me,” Angelo said. “You know she isn’t a bad person and yet you’re treating her like one.”
“I never told Miguel to harm her! I told them to place her in the basement, cuff her legs and arms and leave! They know not to hurt women!” Rogan yelled as he stood up.
He was feeling guilty she got hurt. They didn’t hurt innocent women, and she was clearly innocent. Anyone with two eyes could see it if they looked at her.
Unless his men got explicit orders from him, they knew not to harm any woman. Even then, they normally brought in a woman to help with interrogations. Sure, Rogan was a bad man, but he did have some morals.
“Just don’t hold her down there for too long. She’s still absolutely terrified and needs some nurturing and care,” Angelo said.
“I’m not going to. Hop off my case,” Rogan replied. He really wasn’t going to keep her down there forever. He’d originally planned to keep her down there for two or three days, interrogate her, and then place her somewhere else if he needed to watch her.
“What are you going to do with Miguel?”
“I’m going to interrogate him my way. If he doesn’t want to answer my questions, I’m going to make him.”
Everyone knew the consequences of hurting innocent women, it wasn’t pretty. Miguel wasn’t any different.
“I want to be there in case you need a doctor,” Angelo said.
“Sure, I don’t care. Just don’t get in my way, and keep your mouth shut,” Rogan replied.
Angelo never had a problem with keeping his mouth shut before, but for some reason he was passionate about this. Passionate about Bonnie getting out of the basement. Rogan didn’t need any interference when he was asking Miguel questions.
“I’m going now, so pack up your doctor shit and meet me at the other interrogation room,” Rogan said, walking out of his office.
The other interrogation room-a soundproof outbuilding- wasn’t far. They used it far more than the one in the basement. Most of the people they were interrogating were criminals and people who wanted to do bad things.
But Bonnie was different. He’d sensed that from the start, which was one of the reasons why he’d put her in the basement and not the outbuilding. She didn’t seem like the type of person to harm anyone.
The outside building also didn’t have any heating or cooling. They wanted the person who was staying there to suffer and go from cold to hot. It was all a mind game, but Rogan had a hunch he wouldn’t need to use that method with Bonnie and he’d been right.
“Are you going to torture Miguel?” Angelo asked.
“I’ll ask questions first and if he doesn’t want to answer, then I probably will,” Rogan replied.
He didn’t like just torturing his own men for the fun of it. The person had to do something super bad for him to even consider it. What Miguel had done was bad, but Rogan was holding out hope for a good reason, or at the very least, that he’d answer questions willingly.
As they entered the building, the stench of blood and urine filled their nostrils. It wasn’t a pleasant smell, but after a couple of minutes a person would get used to it.
“Finally here,” Lucius said, greeting them.
Rogan glared at him and walked over to Miguel who was sitting in a chair, handcuffed.
“If you fucking spit on me, I’ll make sure you have a very painful and prolonged death,” Rogan said. “You’ll be begging for me to kill you. I have Angelo by my side, to let me know when you’re about to die. So, I can stop
and wait for you to recover just a little bit so I can continue on.” Miguel’s eyes went wide and he nodded his head.
Part of Rogan hoped Miguel would actually spit on him so he could let out all his aggression and pent-up anger on a deserving target.
“Now, I’m going to ask you several questions and you’re going to answer truthfully. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you wish you had,” Rogan barked. “Do you understand?” “Yes,” Miguel replied.
Rogan took a step back and looked at Miguel. He wanted him to relax before he started the questioning. Give him a false sense of security.
Once he saw Miguel relax a bit, Rogan quickly grabbed onto his arms and yanked them. Miguel screamed in pain as the cuffs dug into his skin.
Rogan placed his face right next to Miguel’s ear. “Does it feel good?” He tugged on his hands again, making sure the cuffs dug into his skin. “I want you to feel what you made Bonnie go through.”
He took a step back and looked at Miguel’s wrists, grinning in satisfaction when he saw blood.
That would teach him not to hurt another innocent woman again. Sure, Rogan didn’t know if Bonnie was actually innocent, but the way she’d acted and the genuine fear and confusion on her face spoke volumes.
Miguel was crying and whimpering, his wrists no doubt hurting from where the cuffs were digging in but also from his legs, which were also cuffed.
“Now, do you want to tell me why you hurt her and interrogated her without my instruction?” Rogan asked. “You know I have a rule against hurting innocent women.”
Miguel looked at him and shook his head. Rogan sighed and took a step forward, raising his hands to grab Miguel’s arms once again. This right here was light torture. He was just getting warmed up.
“Wait!” Miguel yelled. “I had to.”
“Why? And don’t make me fucking ask again.”
“It needed to be done. She looked familiar and I needed to figure out if she was a threat.”
“You’re fucking stupid,” Lucius said.
Lucius was right about that. Everyone in the Ricci Crime Family knew about the rule and followed it. Most of them agreed to the rule. Well, that was until Miguel decided to go rogue and do it his own way.
“You don’t do anything unless I give you orders. I didn’t give you orders,” Rogan replied.
“I did it to protect you!” Miguel yelled. “I only do things to protect you!”
Miguel had been a member of the Ricci Crime Family for over a year now. He wasn’t someone Rogan talked to a lot. Honestly, Rogan probably wouldn’t know him, but Miguel was annoying and wanted to show he was going to be the best of the best.
Rogan had just been waiting for his downfall and maybe this was it.
“I found out information you want to know! I was going to come to you today!” Miguel cried.
“After you beat her some more?” Rogan asked. “After you decided to have your fun with her?”
“She deserved it!”
What could she have possibly said to him that was so important and warranted her getting cut and beat? Rogan couldn’t think of anything. He didn’t think she was capable of anything truly evil.
He took a deep breath in. “And why did she deserve it?”
“I-I’m not go-going to tell you until you say yo-you won’t ki-kill me,” Miguel stuttered.
Rogan’s eyebrow raised up and he crossed his arms. Did Miguel not think the information he got was good enough to keep Rogan from killing him? Rogan shot a glance over at Lucius, who shrugged his shoulders.
Of course that would be his response. Even in interrogations, he had a carefree way about him, the nonchalant personality. But Rogan knew deep down he could be strict and ruthless. It was one of Lucius’s tactics. Make everyone believe he was on their side and couldn’t harm a fly and then pounce on his prey when they least expected it.
Lucius was good at his job. One of the reasons why he was Rogan’s right-hand man. Always loyal and reliable.
“If the information is true and good, I’ll consider it,” Rogan said.
He’d killed a member of the Ricci Crime Family before. Someone who had terrorized women and didn’t care if they hurt innocent people or not. The Ricci Crime Family didn’t stand for it and Rogan had given the person several chances before he decided to shoot him in the head.
Everyone had fallen into line after and knew not to mess with Rogan when it came to the rule.
Miguel nodded his head. “Promise?”
“Do you think I’m a five-year-old on a playground?” Rogan asked. “Tell me the fucking information you got.” He took a deep breath in, trying to keep his cool.
“Does she look familiar to you at all?” Miguel asked, pointedly, a hint of desperation evident in his tone. “Does she look like anyone?”
Rogan growled. “Stop fucking playing games and tell me what you found out.”
Miguel swallowed hard and nodded. “Sorry, boss. I thought she looked familiar, so I was asking her questions and when she didn’t answer truthfully, that’s when I cut and punched her. Had to get the information out somehow.”
Anger bubbled inside of Rogan as Miguel spoke. Before he could stop himself, Rogan grabbed hold of his arms again and pulled them up, making the cuffs dig further into his skin. Miguel howled in pain and satisfaction filled Rogan. He wanted Miguel to feel the pain he caused Bonnie.
“Get to the fucking point,” Rogan growled. “What did you fucking find out?”
“Please, let go!” Miguel cried out. “It hurts!”
Rogan scoffed and let Miguel’s arms slam against the chair arms. It was supposed to hurt. “Fucking tell me or I’ll do worse.”
“Her name is Bonnie Montgomery.”
Rogan couldn’t help but gasp. It felt like cold water splashed over his body. Was Miguel making this up?
“There could be a lot of Montgomerys in the world,” Lucius said, but his face was full of shock and unease.
“I’m fucking telling you she told me her name was Bonnie Montgomery. Her brother is Ethan Montgomery!” Miguel wailed. “I tortured her because she looked familiar! I needed to find out if she was a threat!”
Rogan didn’t know what to do or what to feel. “There’s only rumors about Ethan having a sister. Just because she said her last name was Montgomery doesn’t mean she’s related to him.”
Ethan was an enemy; someone he didn’t want to associate with. They’d played civil for years, but Ethan had crossed a line when his men had kidnapped Storm.
No one hurt innocent women on Rogan’s watch, so they died.
Ethan was furious and waged war on them.
He knew there were other people in the world with the last name Montgomery. It wasn’t uncommon. Sure, Bonnie had the same hair and eye color as Ethan, but it didn’t prove they were siblings.
“I promise she confessed Ethan was her brother! She said she was leaving him and coming to you!” Miguel yelled.
“I’ll be back,” Rogan declared, storming out of the room.