Chapter 1 - Roman
Roman’s day had started out good. He woke, he kicked his sexy little bed partner for the night out, and he got a shit ton of paperwork done that he had been putting off for a week now. It was now close to supper time, and he was fucking starving, of course, that was when he got the call from Kash. Kash was his best friend and his second in command. He ran the rougher side of the business, and when matters went to shit, he was forced to call Roman.
Roman had held Kash’s position. That all changed the day his father died. After his death, the business and all the responsibilities that went with it were placed on his shoulders. With no brothers, the entire empire went to Roman. It was a duty he took seriously, and under his control the business had multiplied. The men, the money, and the organization all relied on him to keep things functioning smoothly. He embraced the task and the power that went with it. His father had constantly said he had the strength and determination of a thousand men, and he applied those qualities to his life daily.
Roman pulled the cell out of his back pocket and planted it at his ear, connecting the call. Kash’s deep voice carried over the line.
“Roman, we got a small complication,” Kash snarled into his ear. Roman sighed, and he heard Kash let out a breath, then chuckle.
“It’s six fucking thirty. I was about to sit down and eat,” Roman complained.
“I went to collect the money from Tim, you know the scrawny little prick with the greasy hair,” Kash informed him.
“Right, the kid with the nose that bleeds all the time from all the fucking coke he snorts,” Roman replied.
“The one and only,” Kash agreed. “House has an eviction notice on it, there’s no car in the driveway, and not a thing inside. Look like he’s intending to run. I got here just in time.”
“So he doesn’t have the fifty grand he owes me,” Roman growled.
“No he does not,” Kash agreed. “And even with some heavy persuasion, I got absolutely nothing.”
“Send me the address, I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Roman ordered. It appeared dinner would have to wait.
Twenty minutes later Roman was pulling up to the dilapidated looking piece of shit house, and climbing out of his black 1968 fully restored Shelby Mustang. He paid a wad to have the car restored the way he wanted it, but it was worth it. The car drove like a dream and looked like a million bucks. In his line of work, most men drove fancy BMW’s or Cadillac’s, but Roman hated that shit. He’d take a good old American muscle car over any of them any day. His style and his preferences made him an outcast with most, but with his reputation, they could overlook that.
Roman was six foot three and one hundred and ninety pounds of pure muscle. He worked out every day, and he ate healthy. He kept his dark hair longer, so it curled around his ears and neck, and he had eyes that people claimed looked black. They were actually a smoky grey colour, but they darkened or lightened depending on his moods. He preferred to wear black jeans with his dress shirts and suit jackets, and black biker boots on his feet. He wasn’t your average boss, but he seemed to intimidate people even more due to that.
Roman entered the house and moved straight into the kitchen where the moron was tied to a chair and bleeding profusely. He glanced at Kash who was leaning against a chipped counter and lifted a brow. Kash just smirked and shrugged his shoulders. Tim was awake and his eyes darted between the two, not landing on either one for long.
Roman sighed and removed his suit jacket, throwing it over the partition between the kitchen and the living room. As there was nothing else in the room but the chair, there were no other options. He eyed the moron as he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up. Beads of sweat popped out on Tim’s forehead, and his attention became solely focused on him.
“I hear we have a problem,” Roman expressed in a deceptively calm voice.
“We don’t have a problem,” Tim denied, as he swung his head back and forth in the negative.
“Now Tim, that’s excellent news,” Roman announced. “So you have the fifty grand on you, and we can all go home without anymore blood being spilled?”
The moron paled further than he already was and panted. “I’m good for the money, I just need more time,” Tim whined. “The bank took everything I was going to give you. I got nothing left.”
Roman took his time crossing the kitchen and leaned down so he was in Tim’s face. “Well that’s a shame,” he declared with fake sadness. “Of course I don’t give a flying fuck. You borrow money, you pay it back. It’s a simple concept, one even you should be able to grasp.”
Tim leaned back to put as much distance as he could between them. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything,” he pleaded.
“Pay me my money,” Roman answered, with a slight growl to his voice.
“I just told you, I don’t got it. But I can work it off. You give me something to do, I’ll get it done,” Tim promised.
Kash snickered, and Roman sent him a nasty glare. The ass just smirked and shook his head. “He’s got nothing to give, we’re at a stalemate.”
Roman moved quickly. He hauled back his fist and slammed it into the side of Tim’s face. Bones cracked and Roman felt the moron’s cheek cave in. Tim’s head snapped to the side and he let out a scream that Roman was sure they could hear two states away.
“That’s not going to work for me,” Roman told the man. “You’re a sleazy, greasy little prick, and there’s no way in hell I’d even let you take out my garbage.”
The man shifted, so he was facing them again, and he heard Kash hiss. “Jesus, that’s disgusting.”
Even Roman had to admit the sight of Tim’s face was horrific. His cheek looked hollow and there was a small bone sticking out of the middle.
“I got something else I can give you,” Tim cried through his shattered face, then he looked torn. “It’s all I got man.”
Roman caught the small cloth Kash threw to him and wiped his knuckles as he eyed Tim. “Yeah,” he replied. “And what’s that?”
“It’s all I got, it was my dads. It’s all I got,” Tim repeated, and it sounded like he was becoming panicked. That meant the shock from the blow to his cheek and the beating Kash gave him was settling in. Roman knew he only had a few minutes until the man become incoherent. He drew a switchblade from his back pocket and flipped it open. Tim eyed it with horror.
“What are you going to do with that?” he roared, as his body shook.
“I’m going to drive it through your fucking leg if you don’t tell me how I can get my money,” Roman growled.
“Okay, okay. You know the storage units out by the strip,” Tim asked. When Kash stepped forward and nodded, the moron continued. “I got my dad’s old Harley stashed in one. It’s a CVO Street Glide. It’s worth just over thirty grand.”
Kash eyed Tim, then angled to him. “That’s a damn fine bike. It’s not fifty grand, but it’s worth it if its in good condition.”
“Is it in good condition?” Roman demanded.
“My dad treasured the fucking thing more than me. It’s in remarkable condition,” Tim assured them.
Roman smiled and cut the mans hands loose. Tim immediately slumped back in the chair.
“Always a pleasure Tim. Give the key and code to Kash here, and you have a nice day,” Roman instructed him, as he snatched his jacket, nodded to Kash and strode out the door. He heard Kash chuckling all the way to his car.