Two-faced

Stretches of green land lay before Jonathan’s eyes. Far, far away from the mansion. Jonathan wondered if Alessandro had brought him here to murder him and hide away his body by digging a hole and burying him inside the golf court.

Jonathan looked behind him and the mansion was barely a white dot from down here.

“I did not bring you here to play golf,” Alessandro said, drawing out one of the gold clubs from the bad. His hands were tight on the shaft and he swung it with a strong ‘swish’, whipping the air.

“Then what are you going to use that club for?” Jonathan said as he picked out another golf club for himself.

“To beat bastards up,” Alessandro grunted. Halton, who lazily lolled on one of the folding chairs narrowed his eyes savagely at his father. “Not you, son,” Alessandro added, chuckling.

Alessandro turned to one of his men who had stood there like statues the entire time. “Bring him here.”

The black-clad man bowed and came back with two other men who were dragging a half-naked m