KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA
Behind him, two more black-suited henchmen, Marcus and Shane, lurked.
On Vladimir’s left was Michael, a man in his fifties, the only person in the room whom he deeply respected. Leaning half against the bar at the back of Vladimir, he was stirring his fourth scotch. Having worked in the organization for so long, he had earned immense respect and honor from every member. He was a business pioneer, and his suggestions had greatly benefited them in the past. His advice was invaluable within the organization and everyone knew better than to ignore him despite his old age.
No sooner had Michael downed his scotch in a single swig, Xavier, a young man in his late twenties, aggressively stomped insi