Page 3 of Damaged
CHAPTER THREE
Viktor sat behind the wooden desk in his dark office, a blue hue of light seeping in through the glass window.
The door quietly opened and then shut. A dark figure walked into the room, and as it drew closer to the desk, Viktor saw Sasha’s pale expressionless face. “Gabriel is here,” he said.
Viktor checked his wristwatch; it was a little past four in the morning. “Is he awake?”
“No, he’s passed out.”
“Is he in the basement?” Viktor asked.
“Yes,” Sasha said and handed him a key.
Viktor took it, stood from his seat, and walked out of the office and through the unlit hall, down the short set of steps, and to the basement door. After unlocking it, he creaked it open and stepped inside.
The basement was a small space that used to be for storage, but now there remained only a single-sized bed against the wall in the corner of the room, and a simple old wooden dresser beside it.
On the bed lay a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, with light olive skin, short dark brown wavy hair that flicked out in the ends, and a lithe body clad in a plain white T-shirt, a pair of light blue jeans, and dirty white sneakers.
Viktor stood and stared at his captive, watching as Gabriel’s chest rose and fell while he slept. He appeared peaceful and vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. Viktor imagined wrapping his hands around Gabriel’s neck and strangling him. It sent a rush of adrenaline through him, but he couldn’t kill Gabriel now, not like that.
First, he had to make sure Frank Romano knew of his son’s capture, and that Viktor was going to kill him. He wanted Frank to experience the pain of losing someone important to him, just as Viktor had when he lost his sister.
Viktor clenched his fists by his sides, then stretched out his fingers before relaxing them again. He walked closer to the bed and stared at Gabriel’s closed full pink lips before glancing at his dark eyelashes feathering across his upper cheekbones. Gabriel was a good-looking guy... pretty, even.
Viktor’s entire body tensed. He couldn’t look at Gabriel like that, or be attracted to him, especially when he planned on killing him. Despite his reasoning, Viktor wondered how it’d feel to have those full lips wrapped tight around his cock, sucking him. He’d heard rumors that Gabriel was gay, and although Viktor didn’t care about people’s sexualities, he was curious to know if they were true.
He’d had his men watch Gabriel for a month before capturing him, and in that time, a young blond man around the same age as Gabriel would visit him at his apartment. Was he a boyfriend, or just a friend? It didn’t tell him much when it came to whether or not Gabriel was gay. Either way, Viktor assumed Gabriel would hate it if he made him suck him off, because he couldn’t imagine why someone would like it if their captor were to force them to give them a blow job.
Gazing down the entire length of the young man’s body, it was tempting to wake Gabriel up with his cock down his throat, but Viktor resisted. Now that he was much closer, the boy stunk of alcohol, sweat, and vomit.
No matter how attractive Gabriel looked, Viktor felt his semi-hard cock begin to soften from the sour smell. Scrunching up his nose, Viktor searched the pockets of Gabriel’s jeans and pulled out a phone and a dark brown leather wallet, but as Viktor was pulling away, Gabriel whimpered. Viktor froze and watched him. With his eyes still closed, Gabriel turned his head from side to side. “No... please, no.”
What the hell? Viktor felt his brows draw in as he stared at him intently. Gabriel was still sleeping, so Viktor assumed he was having a nightmare. After a few moments, Gabriel turned his head away from Viktor and sighed before he went still and quiet again.
Viktor walked out of the basement, shutting and locking the door behind him. Making his way down the hall and to his office, he sat in the chair and placed the phone on the desk before him. He then opened the flap of the wallet and inside the clear slot was a driver’s license that looked like any other issued in New York.
Taking out the plastic card, Viktor examined it. On it was a small square picture of Gabriel with his hair mussed, a slight smile on his lips, and dark eyes gazing back at him. Based on his birthdate, Gabriel was twenty-five years old, and Viktor was exactly fifteen years older than him. Returning the card into the clear slot, he shut the wallet and placed it in the desk drawer.
Next, Viktor tapped the dark screen on Gabriel’s phone with his thumb and watched as it came to life. There was no passcode protecting the device, and the bar at the top right-hand corner had a thin red line. Viktor wasn’t interested in going through Gabriel’s phone. He was going to take Gabriel’s life, so there was no need for him to try and learn about his captive through whatever could be found on his phone.
If anything, the phone was a problem, as it was a potential tracking device that threatened to expose Gabriel’s location to whoever might search for him. Viktor tapped the settings app and turned off location services. Next, he activated Do Not Disturb and enabled Aeroplane Mode to avoid any potential incoming calls.
Viktor then connected the phone to the charging cable and left it on his desk.