Todos os capítulos de The Villain’s Therapist : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

[Roman's POV] As I brought my phone out and switched it on, the sudden brightness was almost blinding in the dim hallway. I tapped on the notification icon, but before I could read the text, Malcolm was already beside me, falling into step at my right shoulder as we walked down the corridor. "Update," I commanded, sliding the phone back into my tailored suit pocket. I had very few patience for unnecessary noise. My rules were simple, and my men knew them well: never speak unless spoken to. Most people's voices irritated me, even my own men, so anyone in my presence needed explicit permission to open their mouth, or else. "She has arrived, boss. The team from the airfield just checked in." I paused, taking off my gloves and tossing them into a nearby disposal bin. "And?" I asked, resuming my movement. "She’s currently being transferred into the main estate suite."," Malcolm reported smoothly, keeping his pace matched with mine. "She will be secured in the allocated guest suit

[Roman's POV] When we finally pulled up to the estate, the guards scrambled to open the car door as I stepped out. Most of them trailed behind me as I walked toward the house, if one could even call it that. Immediately after I entered inside, all movement halted as the servants and security detail rushed together and bowed their heads. It was more like everyone stopped breathing. If a pin fell, it’d be heard in the oppressive silence of the foyer. "Where's my son?" I asked, directing the question cold and low to those present. No one answered. The sheer terror radiating off them was in full display, but fear didn't equal results. "The boss is asking a question," Malcolm snapped beside me. I raised my hand to stop him. I had an inkling of where exactly Ronn might be, but I just felt like doing this. They were all just a bunch of incompetent fools. I paid them exorbitant amounts of money to secure my household, yet my traumatized five-year-old son managed to vanish under their nose

[Roman's POV] The place was dark, cold, and unpleasant enough to make most people turn around the moment they stepped inside. But whoever was brought down here never came out alive. I stepped inside a cell located deep within the sub-basement dungeon and spotted our prisoner. He was secured to a wooden chair in the middle of the room, his clothes filthy and his entire head covered with a thick nylon bag. He shifted when he heard my footsteps echoing off the damp concrete walls. Apparently, there had been a security breach earlier this morning during my absence. Cowards, always sneaking in from behind. I'd say he wasn't lucky, but the rest were. What do I mean? The others were killed on sight. He was kept alive for questioning. Unlucky man. I smiled, if one could call the grim curve of my lips a smile. “Hi.” Nothing. Not even a response. People could be incredibly rude. I gave the guards an eye signal to remove the bag and the metal gag covering his mouth. The moment the nylon wa