บท 10: interrogation
✨Yuri✨
I can't believe what I'm witnessing right now. My Angel. Tied up and being interrogated by Gregory. It clenched my heart with his every blow, slap, and strike towards her small body.
Dad is in a blackout state due to the beating he got from Black Rose. We found him at uncle Evgeni's office unconscious and drenched in his blood. He was lucky, that's what the doctor said. The injuries he got were not fatal and he will soon wake up, a week or two at most.
Uncle Evgeni was not as lucky as my Father. He died painfully, just like Antonio and Jon. His throat was ripped from his body with bare hands and a black rose was found above his cold purple body. Seeing the kill Black Rose made in person was bloodcurdling. Uncle's eyes were still open when we entered the room, scared and pleading. I remember the intervention we had in Seville, the scene at L.A. mimics the chills it sent through my spine.
I'm a killer too, too many lives were ended by my hands and guns but never have I taken the pleasure of ending someone else's life that way. Even with our enemy, I made sure I ended their life as soon as I got what I wanted but Black Rose was something else.
This Black Rose attack is shaking the whole underworld. We are literally in chaos right now. All the groups and families are tightening their securities, afraid that they might be his next target. All trades are only being made with our trusted purchasers and suppliers.
I, however, think that there is more to these attacks. His moves are well played and gracefully planned out. No one has ever seen who he is or have any idea why he is targeting these people. They are not the leaders of any group or important in that matter but there must be a substantial reason why Black Rose is very angry in his every kill.
''Who are you?'' I heard Gregory asked Angel again. His voice is calm but I can hear his frustration.
He has been torturing Angel for hours but he hasn't gotten any answer from her. She hasn't said anything, not a word since my men got a hold of her.
We found her outside the hotel where Uncle Evgeni's auction turned murder happened. One of the girls from the silent auction told us that Angel planned their escape, not willingly of course. She is dead now and her body was fed to the lions.
Angel's beautiful face is now filled with purple bruises from Gregory's hand. He is best in interrogation, next to Kolya and me, but he seems to be having a hard time taking any information from her. Angel fell asleep when Gregory electrocuted her body.
I still feel that this is a mistake, she is innocent and pure in my mind still, but I can't let my feelings cloud my judgment. Dad is in deep sleep right now and she is the only lead we have to Uncle Evgeni's death.
For two years I've searched for her and found nothing. She disappeared like a smoke after Antonio's murder and now, she's here again, at Uncle Evgeni's murder. My heart doesn't want to believe that she is somehow connected to these murders or that she is part of this dark world I'm in but my mind says otherwise.
I took charge of everything while Dad is still in a coma. I visited his room every morning and updated him about the family business. Sounds stupid, I know, but the doctor said he can hear me and it will help heal his mind if I talk to him.
Angel's laugh echoed through the basement as Gregory continued interrogating her. He's been at it for a week now and all he got was an evil laugh from her. Her body should have given up by now and her pain tolerance makes Gregory and Kolya's theory - that she is not the innocent girl I dreamed her to be - realistic now.
''Boss'' Gregory walked to my office where I was watching Angel sleep on her chair from the CCTV camera. ''I can't get anything out of her.'' He wiped his bloody knuckles with a white cloth.
''Giving up now are we?'' I asked firmly.
''No Boss. I'd like to ask your permission to use a different approach.''
By different approach means nastier torture. I want to know who she is and I agreed to his suggestion while my heart sunk. Seeing her face bleeding is cruel and now, she will suffer more at Gregory's hand.
I watched them again through the monitor as he emptied a pail of ice on her body. She jerked up and laughed at Gregory again.
''Now, suka. I won't be nice anymore'' he took out a knife from his pocket. (Bitch)
He traced her shoulders to her neck. She was wearing the same clothes from the auction, a gray spaghetti strapped dress. Her gray - now black - hair is like a pile of tangled ropes. Her arms and legs were filled with purple bruises, some were green and yellowish and some are still dark violet.
My heart stopped beating when Gregory pushed the knife between her shoulder and collarbone. He didn't remove the knife but twisted it and Angel's angry cry in pain echoed through the estate. ''What were you doing in L.A, suka?'' (Bitch)
When Angel didn't speak, he twisted his knife again. ''Answer me!''
Angel chuckled wickedly. ''Is this all you've got, Russian Turnip?''
At least Gregory made her speak. It is the first time she has spoken. He took out his knife from her shoulder and a pool of crimson liquid streamed from her wound. She didn't even flinch when he did that.
''Tell me something I don't know, suka'' he took a chair and sat in front of her. (Bitch)
''Come closer, Turnip'' she said in a lust-filled voice. Gregory didn't hesitate and leaned in closer to her. She whispered something in his ears as she stared through the camera as if she could see me.
We installed a hidden camera in her cell and I don't know if it was just a hunch or she knows that there is one placed in that corner. Gregory walked into my office and told me what she asked.
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