Eduardo Bravo was once again filled with anticipation as he opened the door to the apartment. Perhaps it was because he knew that this would be the last time, but he was already aroused and couldn’t wait to get started. He flipped on the switch and received a huge shock. He expected to see the usual empty living area, but that wasn’t to be.
Akmal was seated at a small table in the middle of the room, one of his henchmen standing on either side of him. Eduardo instinctively went for the pistol in the shoulder-holster but stayed his hand when he noticed the two wicked-looking machine-pistols pointed at his head.
“Come now, Eduardo, that isn’t necessary,” Akmal said softly. “We’re all friends here, isn’t that right?”
Eduardo nodded dumbly as he felt terror course through his body.
“Take a
