Chapter 8 Kade
EIGHT
KADE
“Who ratted on Ricci’s shipment? I won’t ask you again.” I rested my hands on the two armrests that our captive was tied to. We needed to find out if Ricci was the one messing with our shipments now that one of his had been hit. But first, we needed to know who attacked Ricci.
“I swear, man, I have no idea. I’m just a transporter for him. No one tells me anything.” The gaunt-faced man cried, his little beady eyes filled with tears.
I sighed and scrubbed a hand down my face. I squeezed Evan’s shoulder for him to take over. We’d been at this for over 2 hours and I was exhausted.
An evil grin took over Evan’s face. The guy had too many loose screws in his head, but that was why I also needed him.
He was notorious for getting information.
Twirling a knife in his fingers, he stalked toward the bloody man in the chair and crouched down in front of him, becoming the man everyone fears as Machine.
“We are going to play a little game. It’s called I am going to cut things off until you talk. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that you stay alive until you do.”
The scent of urine took up the tiny room in the basement of RSS. “Ah, dude, he just pissed himself,” Machine said, scrunching up his face in disgust.
I chuckled. “You are talking about cutting off appendages, but yet a little piss grosses you out,” I teased.
“Fuck you, Ghost,” Machine chided back as he stood up to walk around the chair.
“I think we will start with this little thing,” he said sweetly, pulling on the guy’s ear.
Just as he was about to slice the ear off, the man started to talk.
“I don’t know who exactly did it, but I do know that that guy Moretti was in contact with someone in the Sinaloa Cartel.
One of the other transporters heard him fighting with some guy before the shipment was attacked.
I… I swear man… that’s all I know. Please just let me go. I won’t tell Ricci,” he pleaded.
I started to pace. “One last question.” I paused, giving the guy hope that I would let him go.
“Who fucked with my gun shipment?” My voice was oddly calm compared to the storm brewing underneath my skin.
If Moretti was dipping into different organizations' contraband, we could be looking at a full-out war if we weren’t careful.
The man seemed confused. “I don’t know anything about guns, man.”
“Wrong answer.” Before I could finish, Machine cut off the man’s ear. His screams echoed in the soundproof, cement room.
I got up in the man’s face. “Who the fuck messed with my guns, testa di cazzo!”
Machine grabbed his other ear. “You should probably answer him. Actually, don’t. I want to add this ear to my collection.”
The man started to scream and shook his head. Just as Machine began to cut, he yelled, “It was Ricci! He sent a couple of guys to intercept the shipment.”
Machine pouted when he had to stop the cut.
My blood began to boil. Cazzo! Figlio di puttana! So, I was getting punished for something that didn’t remotely have to do with us. I couldn’t wait to wipe Ricci off the face of the Earth. No one fucked with Kaden Romano and got away with it.
“Finish him.” I ordered Machine, leaving the room before I could hear the man’s final cries.
In my office, I poured myself some aged bourbon and turned my computer on. I needed to finish up a few more things before I could go home. It was already nearing 9 pm, but I wanted to look at the report Evelyn had sent Lennie.
As I accessed the file, my mind wandered to this morning.
She wore a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips just right, paired with a red blouse.
My dick hardened at the thought of her pouty lips as she had taken a sip at her enormous cup of coffee.
Refocusing, I sifted through the accounts she’d flagged and noticed the glitches, but didn’t have the energy to figure out what was wrong.
The accounts were old and barely used at this point.
My guess was that due to their age some of the files had some bugs in them.
I took off my blue-light glasses and rubbed my eyes. I needed to get some sleep. I would deal with this in the morning.
After a twenty-minute drive in New York City traffic, I drove up to the luxury apartment building I owned. My penthouse was on the top floor of the forty-four-story building and Machine’s penthouse was right below mine.
Entering my home, I threw my coat on the island and hung my keys on the hook near the door as I took in the city’s skyline through my floor-to -ceiling length windows that took up the furthest wall.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Ricci almost cost me my relationship with the Bratva.
Nikolas Mikolavich was less than impressed with the shipment being apprehended.
Thankfully our families had been business partners for decades, with no issues that I was aware of.
I walked down the long hallway toward the primary suite, aching for a shower to wash off the day.
In my ensuite bathroom, I stepped into the shower and let the steaming hot water soothe my taut muscles.
My cock began to harden as I pictured Evelyn on her knees with heels on as she wrapped her pouty lips around my dick.
I pumped my length as I imagined what it would be like to fuck her over my desk with her hands tied behind her back with my tie.
I pumped my hand faster at the thought of her plump ass jiggling from the impact of my thrusts.
I used the water that splashed down on me as lube, imagining it was Evelyn’s arousal that covered me.
As I thrusted into her I would stick a finger In her ass, making both of us moan from the fullness the extra intrusion caused.
The tingling sensation began to build at the base of my spine.
After two more strokes, I covered the marbled wall with my orgasm as I pictured her coming undone at the same time
I needed to get laid and not by someone who worked for me.
I didn’t have a policy against dating coworkers, however, with me being the company’s owner, it didn’t seem appropriate.
I finished my shower and dried off before heading to my bedroom and praying that my dreams did not consist of the beautiful brunette who seemed to live rent-free in my brain.
But I knew that was wishful thinking. It had only been a few days, and Evelyn Mowers had sunk her claws in me without realizing it