You Are Mine

The detective

Adrian

I strode past the door of the basement, hand in pocket, jaws clenched, and anger raging through my veins. The last time I had come through the passage leading from my room door. Only a few people knew about that entrance, as it was built by my father for emergencies. I already knew which room the bastard would be in, and I walked past the other rooms down to the cold room.

Silas was waiting for me at the door. He was the second person I could trust most after Anders. Built like a machine, actually, he was a killing machine, even in his 5.10 height that made him look short around the rest of us. I teased him a lot about being overly muscled thanks to his large and heavy muscles that ran up to his neck and made his veins stand out in his skin. I often wondered what would happen if we were put in a fight against each other. It would definitely be a good long fight, with both of us coming out either dead or in a tie.

"Where's the fucker," I asked as I reached him.

He stepped to the side to reveal the man, hands cuffed behind the metal chair. He had been beaten near unconscious, with his head hanging, and his breathing coming out in harsh pants or sobs. He was soaked in what I easily presumed to be ice water from the hose that lay next to him.

"The asshole will not tell us anything," Silas said, with a scornful look at him.

I took the other metal chair, and turned it around smoothly, then picked up the hose and turned it on. I pointed the hose to him, soaking him in more iced water until he was gasping for air.

"Name," I said when I turned off the hose.

"Boss, what did I do wrong," he cried as saliva dribbled down his chin.

I turned on the hose again, making sure to direct the water to his face. He was screaming and crying by the time I turned off the hose. "Wrong answer," I said in the calmest tone. "Name,"

"Tristan," he said through hard pants, "Tristan Cage,"

"If you wish to leave here alive, answer a f*****g question when I ask," I stood up from the chair and kicked it back with my foot.

I walked to him and used his hair to yank his head up harshly. "Tell me about the last shipment,"

"Boss, I really don't know anything it was an honest mistake,"

"Okay," I said simply, and before the words left my mouth, my fist connected with his face. I smirked in satisfaction as blood spurted from his broken nose.

"Ahhh," he screamed.

"Another wrong answer," I dropped his head and turned around to face him. "I'll ask one last time, what happened with the last batch?"

"You know I'd never betray you, it was an engine problem, and they goods sank with the ship, I swear boss," he cried frantically.

"Ahh, such an adamant bastard," I chuckled to Silas, who was standing next to me, fists in a cross behind him.

"f**k I really do not know anything why the f**k are you doing this," he yelled, as more blood dribbled down his chin.

I walked over to the metal table in the corner. It held all kinds of utensils turned weapons. Knifes, daggers, pans, cuffs, guns, forks, and many other things used for day to day activities. I picked up the fork and swirled it in my hand as I walked back to Silas.

"He really does not remember anything," I said in mock pity.

"Or maybe he just needs someone to give him a retentive memorey," Silas reached out to take his gun, but I shook my head and made a tsk sound.

"I have a better idea," I put on my wicked grin.

I took a few strides to Tristan and placed one leg on his lap. I raised the fork so he could see it, "do you know what this is?" I asked.

"A-a...fork," he stammered, eyes fixed on it.

"Would you like to know how painful one drive of this would feel," I leaned down and continued, "in your balls,"

His eyes snapped up to meet mine, and his breathing pace sped up, "N-no, boss please no,"

"So I take it you would tell me what I need to know?" I asked.

"I really don't know any..."

The fork was already inside his balls before he finished the words. His breath hitched in his throat, and he gave a strangled cry, unable to move, as his blood soaked his jeans.

"Boss, we need the information he can give, you can't let him die," Silas said as he rushed over to my side.

I raised my hand to stop him from coming any further. "I know what I'm doing Silas," I raised my head to look at the man, his eyes were red and streaks of tears ran down his cheeks, with his jaws hanging wide, "He won't die—yet."

"So do you remember now, or should I pull that out?" I asked, fully aware that the pain from doing that would be more excruciating.

"Ricco..." he breathed, as more tears ran down his cheek, "Ricco was behind it,"

I smiled and walked back to take my seat. "Tell me more,"

A few minutes later, I was walking back to my room there was blood splattered on my face and shirt. I had washed my hands before leaving the basement, but it still needed to be more thoroughly cleaned.

I had gotten what I needed to confront Ricco, but I was not going to do so yet, I needed more to have him where I wanted him. So, for now, I had to pretend I did not know he had my 10 million in his hands.

The other bastard was going through a check-up from our private surgeon back in the basement. As much as I hated to spend my money treating one of Ricco's men, I needed the asshole alive. His wounds were not deep, but his balls would never remain the same—good, he would also take a long time to heal. Enough time for me to have Ricco thinking his spy was still i=doing his job.

I pushed the door open slowly, checking to make sure that Nicole was still sleeping, before entering quietly. I raced to the bathroom the moment I closed the door. I did not want to risk her breaking down at the sight of blood on my hands. After her reaction the last time at the basement, I knew she could not stand blood, and I had tried to keep such away from her as much as possible since then.

I took a quick shower and soaked my clothes in warm water to reduce the bloodstains before tossing them in the laundry basket, just in case she saw the clothes before the maids came by to pick them up.

When I walked back to the room in fresh clothes, she was still sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling with every smooth breath she took. She was no longer laying on her stomach, but her back now. The sheets covering her before had now fallen low to her thighs, and her hair was in a mess. I chuckled at her weird sleeping position and strolled over to the bed.

She was beautiful in every sense, and even more beautiful as she slept peacefully in bed. I was tempted to kiss her full lips as she slept, but I knew she would find that creepy, so I lifted her carefully and took out the sheets from under her. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she did not wake up, instead, she turned to curl up in a ball.

After pulling the sheets over her again, I kissed her head through her hair, and turned off the lights, then went back downstairs.

"Did you send the message? I asked Anders when I went back to my office.

The asshole was busy playing a game on my phone. "Hmm hmm," he nodded, eyes focused on the screen as the familiar sounds of bullets being fired filled the room. "she was surprised and elated."

"f**k Anders, you're too old to be so fascinated by a simple game," I said and walked back to my seat.

"Says the person that has three battle royale games on one phone," he did not bother taking his eyes off the screen.

"You downloaded them," I reminded him and snatched my phone back swiftly. "which is funny because you have two phones, and there is a f*****g game room in this house,"

"Hey man, I was so close to the end," he whined with a frown.

"Don't care, get back to work." I deleted the games for the 100th time.

"Ass," he said, but still stood up and left.

*** *** *** ***

I sat in the private area of golden waters bar,waiting for Detective Kenan. I was dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt, with a baseball cap for the added privacy.

She walked in wearing a bandage dress, with an oval cut in the middle that spilled her breasts, and her hair falling over her shoulder. Her makeup was heavy, and she wore a pair of silver heels, which I must admit were sexy. Her look tonight was a sharp contrast to the slacks and turtle neck, and bunned up hair I was used to seeing her in. I could see the invisible f**k me please, written all over her tonight.

"I didn't know you were allowed to wear that to work," I said drily, as she approached the table. I considered telling her how beautiful she looked, but I knew just how well she would easily misinterpret that to mean something else.

"That's because I'm not, I'm done with work for the day," she smiled, and paused in front of the seat.

I gave her a confused look, and she quirked her brows like I was missing something, then she gestured to the seat. "Oh yeah," I said in realization and stood up to pull out her chair for her to sit.

"You are still far from being a gentleman," she laughed and took her seat.

"I am not a gentleman," I said honestly.

"I know," she smiled and sat in a poised position.

"So to what do I owe an invitation from the Capo himself." she dropped her purse on the table and took my glass of wine in front of me.

"You know exactly why you're here," I said, annoyed that she took my drink without even asking. But I did not have the time to be upset over such trivial things. I let it slide, and poured myself another drink.

"Are you going to finally accept my proposal and f**k me?" she batted her lashes as she took a sip of wine.

"I did not come all the way to talk about s*x with you Detective Kenan," I said through gritted teeth.

"You know you can call me Tess, we're no longer at the station,"

I took a deep breath to calm my growing impatience. "William said there's been some hiccup in the flow of information to and from my father, do you know about this?"

"Hmmm," she frowned, "haven't heard," I knew instantly that she was lying, but I nodded anyway.

"Tell me about Ricco," I brought my glass to my lips, but I did not miss the way she stiffened.

"He's been out of the public eye for a while," she said simply, and quickly forced her glass to her lips.

"I knew that, but with my father temporarily gone, and Ricco constantly riling me up, I need to know what he's up to."

"How am I supposed to know where he is, he has no business with our unit, you control our unit," she said, and I could see that she was trying to stay calm.

"I'm glad you remember that," I frowned.

She gave me a long stare, "what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, I'm just reminding you how f****d up I can make your entire unit if I get even a whiff of disloyalty." I smiled coldly.

She froze, as her face lost the smile that was plastered before. I leaned closer to her, "relax, I'm just saying I know no one would withhold vital information from me. Right?"

"Um...yeah, of course." she blinked and stuttered. She smiled as she regained her composure, "you know you can trust us,"

"You betray your own government for my money," I chuckled, "why do you think I would trust you?"

She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it and braced her elbows on the table, propping her chin on, as she studied my face. "You know I was really glad to see your text, and yes I missed you too,"

Fuck, what the hell did Anders say in that text. I knew he would do something stupid. I tried to imagine what the look on her face would be when she found out Anderson sent the message, and I did not even bother going through it, I knew she would come once she saw the text from my number. Like a hungry lion drawn to the bait of fresh meat.

"Hmmm," I nodded tersely. I gulped down what remained of my drink, as she watched me with a coy smile.

"I was hoping we would talk about something work unrelated," she purred seductively.

I could only wonder how many times I would have to turn her down before she would realize I would never take her to bed.

I started to say something, but I a brush against my pants from under the table makes me pause. At first, it felt like something out of my imagination, but as my eyes met hers I realized it was not.

Her eyes were fiery and almost angry.

The touch came again, a lot higher and a lot firmer this time, and I almost jerked out of my seat in surprise. I looked down to see her stroking my c**k with her feet.

Despite my best efforts, I could feel myself harden under her touch, and the triumphant smile on her face said that she was getting the reaction she expected.

"You know I've always wanted you, Adrian," she purred.

Maybe in another universe, I would have given in to her long-standing offer but not in this lifetime, and definitely not now. Not only was she nothing close to my type, I now had a good reason to turn her down even more. And that reason was in the form of my beautiful but stubborn wife who might or might not be waiting back at home for me. Either way, she was the only one that would have my full attention, as long as we were married.

I pushed my chair back swiftly and her feet fell, but I did not bother to acknowledge the pained look on her face. "I have to go, I want some good news from William next week, and I know you know what I mean."

I knew she had something to do with Ricco, or whoever it was making it difficult to reach my dad, but I also knew she was smart enough to know how much damage would be caused if she did not rectify that mistake

I moved to stand up, but she put her hand over mine, "Please just have dinner with me before you leave,"

I gave her a long look enough to make her think she was actually tempting me, then I brushed her hand away and got to my feet. "I wish I could," I lied, "but there's still so much work to do." at least that part was not a lie.

"When will we meet again?" she asked, disappointed at yet another turndown.

"I'll call you when we need to meet again," I turned and walked away before she got the chance to protests further.