Chapter 2

Andrew’s Point of View

A door slammed shut, which made him startle. His eyes were heavy from the drugs that were pumped into his system. His eyes blinked fast trying to identify where he was. Staring around him, he only spotted a light shining above him. Making his eyes narrow even more. He heard footsteps coming closer to him. He squinted his eyes to try and make out who was walking towards him.

“Welcome my friend. What a sad predicament you find yourself in. Don’t you think?” The deep voice said, making his way towards the kidnappee.

“Who? Where am I?” The kidnappee asked, with a sleepy tone in his voice.

“You’re in a chair. Don’t think too much of it. Just answer me one question.” The face of the voice appeared in front of the kidnappee. His eyes instantly winded.

“Andrew.” The kidnappee said with a shacking tone.

“Where are my diamonds that you stole from me?” Andrew asked as he walked around the kidnappee’s chair. “Thought I wouldn’t notice they were missing. I thought we had a good thing going, Thomas.”

“Andrew, please. I didn’t mean to steal them. They were threatening my family. My children.” Thomas said with a shaky tone. Trying to keep his eyes on Andrew.

Andrew let out a loud chuckle. “You really think I would believe your stories?”

“Please Andrew have mercy!” Thomas pleaded as a tear started to roll down his cheek. Fearing what Andrew might do to him.

Andrew ignored his statement, standing still in front of Thomas. His hand folded behind his back. Giving Thomas a small smile.

“Ashton, please bring me my gun,” Andrew asked turning his face slightly to the left. Another figure appeared out of the darkness. Ashton gave Andrew an understanding nod and returned into the darkness.

Thomas started to breathe heavily, he listened to the crackling in the darkness. He swallowed loudly.

“Andrew, please I’m begging you. I will get your diamonds back. I promise.” Thomas said with his eyes fixed on Andrew.

“I’m sorry my dear friend. You know the consequences of stealing from me.” Andrew said while stepping to the left to take the gun from Ashton’s hand.

Ashton gave the gun to Andrew, and Andrew nodded with a smile while taking the gun. Andrew loaded it. A whip-like snap made Thomas jump in his chair. Trying to get his hands free from the rope, he was unable to do so.

Andrew pointed the gun in Thomas’ face. Thomas started to clench his teeth while closing his eyes.

“Look at me,” Andrew said calmly. But Thomas didn’t look at him. “Look at me!” Andrew screamed, making Thomas open his eyes. “You will send a message, to those who steal from me, will end up dead.”

“Andrew, please think this through. I don’t want to die. Not now. Please!” Thomas pleaded.

“I’m sorry, not sorry. But if I set you free then anyone will think they can steal from me. That is something I can’t let happen.” Andrew said before giving Thomas a big smile. “Goodbye Thomas.”

Andrew pulled the trigger, and a loud bang echoed through the room. Blood splashed onto his clothes and face. Andrew lowered the gun. Staring at Thomas’ lifeless body.

“Get this cleaned up and dispose of the body,” Andrew ordered as he handed his gun over to Ashton.

“Will do Sir.” Ashton nodded and took the gun from Andrew.

“Make sure this news gets out to anyone that whoever tries stealing from me again,” Andrew said before walking out of the room.

Andrew closed the door behind him and made his way up the stairs. Walking to his room, he entered slamming the door shut. As a woman stood silent in his room, she jumped a bit at the sound from the door. She stood still watching him undress. He threw his clothes onto the floor.

“Burn them,” Andrew ordered the woman, and she quickly rushed to pick them up. Making her way out of his room.

Andrew turned on the shower, and the warmth of the water started to steam up the bathroom. He climbed into the shower. Standing under the running water, red started to fill the shower floor. Taking a deep breath, before grabbing the shampoo bottle. He started washing his hair. In the motion, he started to wash his body.

His hand was moving over his stomach. Rinsing himself off, he jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and made his way out of the bathroom. Making his way to his closet, he opened it and stared at his clothes for a few seconds before deciding on what to wear.

Grabbing a pair of black trousers, a white button-down shirt, and a blue tie. He got dressed, styling his hair before leaving his room.

Andrew arrived at his office with two men standing outside the door. They gave him a nod and opened the doors for him. As he entered, they closed the door behind him. Making his way to his desk he sat down in his chair and turned to face the window and stared outside. Tapping his foot.

He slammed his hand onto his chair’s armrest. “Fuck!” He yelled out in frustration.

Closing his eyes, he placed his face in his hand. The office door creaked open, “What?” Andrew asked, before turning around.

“Hey, bud! What is going on? Want to get a drink at your club?” The voice asked. Andrew knew exactly who it was. Anthony his best friend.

“Yeah, man, why not. Today was a fucking long day.” Andrew said, making his way out of his chair.

“Maybe we can pick up some stress relievers. If you know what I mean.” Anthony said, giving Andrew a wink.

“Of course, I do man. Who wouldn’t know what you mean?” Andrew said with some annoyance in his tone. “Come on let’s go get a drink.” He wrapped his arm around Anthony’s shoulders.

“Yes, my man! This is why you are my best friend buddy. Always knowing what I am and want.” Anthony said with a big smile on his face.

Andrew shook his head with a smile on his face. They walked out of Andrew’s office and made their way to his car. The driver was standing ready to escort them to the club.

“No need John. I will drive myself.” Andrew said as he took the keys from John’s hand.

“Very well Sir. Please don’t hesitate to phone if you are not willing to drive.” John said while folding his hand behind his back.

“I will,” Andrew replied and climbed into the driver’s side while Anthony jumped into the passenger side.

Andrew started the engine and drove off. The music was blasting loudly, as Anthony was trying to get them into the party mood. Both were starting to feel the vibe. Unable to contain their dancing moves.

After ten minutes of driving, they arrived at the club. Medusa Lounge. Both climbed out of the car and stared at the bar. Andrew thought to himself about changing the name of his bar. But people seem to love the name and the vibe.

“Come on man, get a little hyped up. There must be a lot of new chicks inside. By the way any blonde girl, I call dibs.” Anthony said, then stormed into the club.

“You always do,” Andrew whispered to himself and greeted the men standing outside the door and made his way in.

The club was packed. There was hardly space to walk. Andrew squeezed through the crowd and made his way to his spot in his club. He sat down, and a lovely bar lady brought him his normal drink. Whisky on the rocks. He smiled while giving her a nod before she turned around to make her other table runs.

Andrew usually sits and stares at all the people coming in and out of his club. Until he saw someone who caught his attention.