Exactly five in the morning, Rolph's alarm went off, jerking him out of sleep. Jolanta was not affected at all.
He checked her temperature and was relieved to see that she was doing fine.
He readjusted her head on the pillow and got out of bed.
He was feeling stiff. He stretched and yawned.
Rolph entered his closet and took his bath. After which he donned a purple, slim jean that hugged his butt cheeks and a white body hug.
Just as he stepped out of the closet, the front door opened and 'Doctor', a man in his late fifties and grandfather's private physician in San Antonio, stepped in with an assistant holding his bag.
A scruffy looking late 40s man, oozing sex appeal and agility. He was one of Grandfather's bitches and still gets summoned once in a while. He was one of the few The Demonic hand picked and groomed to be loyal to him. A slave who would kill himself to please his master. Disarming, yet lethal. One of the best torture masters of Czarna Pantera.
Rolph was once his student.
"Good morning Doc. Sorry for making you come so early." Rolph said respectfully as he shook the man's hand.
" It's understandable. Where is she?"
"On the bed."
Doc, as he was generally called inhouse, walked to the bed and stared at Jolanta worriedly.
Doc had been the one taking care of Grandfather and when Rolph came, he was added to the list. There were some things Rolph doesn't have access to but they were few. He used whatever Grandfather used. And as his future wife, she was given the privileges too whenever she was around.
Doc liked this girl and was worried about how whatever had happened to her would affect her mentally.
When Rolph had called him and told him, he had quickly hurried over.
"Help me shift her to the edge so I can do some checkup." Doc said to Rolph.
"Yes Sir."
Rolph quickly got on the bed and gently carried Jolanta in his arms. He placed her close to the edge and puffed the pillow for her.
The assistant that followed the doctor opened his bag and brought out a test tube and an injection set. As he laid things out on a white cloth on the foot rest by the edge of the bed, the doctor started checking Jolanta's vitals.
Her pulse, her eyes and her mouth.
The assistant then handed him the prepared needle and the doctor drew some blood from her. "Let's hope they didn't drug her."
Rolph seriously doubted that but said nothing.
"She looks fine. All her vitals are good. Once she wakes up, feed her some good food and let her continue to rest."
"Okay Doc. Thank you."
"Let me know If there is any change."
"Yes Doc."
"And find me who did this."
"I will Doc." Rolph replied.
Even though Doc had gained his freedom after serving the demonic for so many years, he had chosen to stay back and continue working with the Demonic and was one of the few Rolph respected.
They shook hands again and the doctor and his assistant left with the bodyguard that came in with them.
Just as the doctor exited, Delvin came in.
"Yes?" Rolph raised a brow at him.
"It was your uncle's boys that brought her here sir."
This didn't surprise Rolph.
"Who slapped her?"
" One of our boys sir."
"Take him to the pit."
"Yes boss." Delvin replied and left.
Rolph checked the time. It was almost 7 AM. He can call the Demonic now.
Checking Jolanta for the last time, Rolph left the room and walked into the situation room. Here, his conversations were truly safe.
He dialed Grandfather and he picked on the first ring.
"About time."
'We are still investigating Grandpa. I called you for something else."
"What is it?"
"It's about Jolanta. Have you heard from her father of late?"
The Demonic paused, making Rolph hold his breath.
"Why are you asking?"
Rolph's intuition was spot on. Something was going on and Grandfather knew.
"She is my wife, Grandpa. If something happened to her, I should be told."
"What did you hear and where did you hear it from?"
"I didn't hear anything. Jolanta is supposed to be in Antarctica but she is presently here in my dungeon as a sex slave."
"She is with you?!" The Demonic shouted in shock.
"Yes sir."
"How is she?"
"She is fine. Now tell me why my wife was kidnapped and auctioned off and nobody thought to tell me anything."
"Round up whatever you are doing in San Antonio and bring her to the ranch tomorrow morning." Grandfather ordered and disconnected the call.
"DAFUCK!".
Rolph smashed his phone on the wall and walked out of the situation room.
At the corridor, he ordered the guard to summon Delvin. He went into the suite, slamming the door.
Rolph was furious.
Inside the suite, he opened his wine rack and brought out a half empty bottle of Russo Baltique. He took a swing.
Not that Rolph doesn't want to use a cup or glass or whatever they use for drinking these things. Its just that there was nothing like that in his suite and since he could drink from the bottle, why bother?
That was what he told his father the last time he came visiting in Texas city.
Funny how he remembered that as the liqueur burned his throat.
'A few drops of lime will go well with this' He mused.
Heaving, Rolph entered his closet and soon came out with just a yellow brief.
He sat down and kept drinking from the bottle. He was brooding and the more he brood, the darker the blue of his eyes got.
The suite door opened and Delvin stepped in.
"Boss?"
"Prepare the private plane for takeoff later tonight. We are leaving for Marfa"
"Yes boss."
"Also, prepare the safe room and transfer her there. Handle her with care."
Just as Delvin wanted to move, Rolph continued.."The one that slapped Jolanta, serve him to my dogs for lunch and bring me breakfast."
"Yes boss." Delvin stammered. He bowed before hurrying out.
Once Delvin was gone, Rolph entered the red room.