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White Suit indicated a room off to the side. “Please, follow me. Let us share a drink.”

Like I had a fucking choice. I followed White Suit, flanked by two goons, while four followed behind.

“Take a seat, Mr Masterton. We have much to discuss.”

I dropped into a chair, with a goon on each side and another behind. The other three men stood in various positions around the room.

White Suit mixed drinks at a built-in, well-stocked bar, crossed the floor and held a glass towards me in his outstretched hand.

I didn’t want the fucking drink, but before I was beaten to a pulp, and I had no doubt that’s what was going to happen, curiosity had me wanting to know something about them, so I accepted.

White Suit took a seat opposite and gulped his drink. He indicated I should do the same, but I chose to sip at the liquid, which turned out to be a rather good-tasting whiskey. If I was about to die, I’d at least go out after enjoying a decent drop.

“Now, Mr Masterton… why are you trespassing on my territory?”

“When the fuck did you move in here?” I countered with my own question.

“I WILL ASK THE QUESTIONS, TU CAZZO!”

His shouting caused me to jump, sending some of the liquid over the edge of the glass and onto the shorts I wore.

I spoke much more calmly than I felt. “Per favore sappi, parlo e capisco l'italiano. Sono ben consapevole che non lascerò qui vivo, quindi cazzo, farò tutte le domande che voglio e non risponderò a nessuna delle tue.”

“We will speak English since it appears Italian has no benefit and my men don’t understand the language of my homeland.”

“So, am I to be killed now, or are you going to answer my question?”

“My contacts said you were a tough motherfucker. I see no harm in you knowing as you won’t live to tell anyone. I have been on the island for almost two years, but it has taken until now for my business to become operational.”

“Then, to answer your question, we are not the ones trespassing—you are. We have been doing business here for a little over twelve years.”

White suit tutted, clicked his tongue and waved his hand in the air in a dismissive gesture. “Mere details. This is now my territory, and unfortunately for you, I will be sending you as a message, advising your brother to stay the fuck off my island.”

Okay…so dead it is.

The only messages cartels sent to one another were in the form of a dead and often mutilated body. I pushed up from the chair or tried to, but the goon behind me had other ideas and I found myself seated again.

White Suit sighed. “I can see you will not be forthcoming with the further information I want right now, so I’ll give you the night to think about giving me answers to my questions.”

“Why the fuck would I answer your questions when the end result for me would be no different. I’m dead either way, so I’m not telling you a fucking thing.”

White suited gave a short nod to his goons; the drink was snatched from my hand, and I was wrenched onto my feet. Every stitch of clothing I wore was torn from my body and the shoes and socks yanked from my feet. White Suit raked his eyes over me and licked his lips.

Oh, fuck. The prick was into men. I was not gonna like this one bit.

He cocked his head to the right. Two men threaded their hands beneath my arms, and I was dragged from the room into a hallway. There was no way I was gonna make their job easier by walking. I was held in place as a trapdoor was lifted, revealing a set of steps leading downwards.

We descended into a cellar with some rather strange-looking devices hanging from pegs on the wall.

The two goons dragged me to a set of iron handcuffs positioned high on one wall. My arms were dragged over my head, and a cuff was snapped closed around each wrist, holding me firmly in place. My feet barely reached the floor.

White Suit flicked my dick with a finger, licked his lips and raked his eyes over my body. When he gave my dick a couple more tugs, causing the traitor to rise, my eyes darted around. I wondered how many of the bastards would end up sticking their cocks up my arse and how many I’d be forced to suck off. Both possibilities had me shuddering.

I was surprised when he again flicked my dick hard, turned, and started for the steps. “Enjoy your evening; we’ll be back first thing in the morning.”

The goons followed White Suit giving me one last cursory glance before they climbed the steps, switched off the lights and plunged the basement into darkness. It was going to be a very long night.

CHAPTER ONE