Faust
IN THE CLUBS, the basement was sparse and musty. There wasn't much to speak of down here, just a table and a few chairs. A metal storage box in the corner housed the equipment needed for working with unwilling captives. While I didn't like having meetings outside the castle, these weren't the kind of men I wanted anywhere near my home, especially with Francesca there.
Two men were tied to chairs, their eyes burning with hatred, but also with fear. They knew they would die here tonight, but it wouldn't be an easy death either.
It took a while, but we finally located the captain and first mate of the ship that stole my product a few weeks ago. The cocaine was long gone, sold to one of the Sicilian families I couldn't touch. We had an agreement with the Cosa Nostra not to int
