Abducted!
Suddenly the windows of the vehicle are smashed and the doors open with a jerk.
In front of them are five masked men who pull them out of the car and blindfold them. "Walk!" they are commanded. They take the men down a flight of stairs, led through some doors until they are pushed onto a chair.
“Hey, what's going on here?” Kenjal yells. “What does this mean?” He is answered with a hard punch that sends his head flying to one side. The other three men are startled. “Why use violence?” asks Aziel in a loud voice. “What exactly do you want? If you are robbers, take the cash we have with us and let us go.”
The abductors begin to laugh. “Your money? Are you joking?! Wait for the chief to arrive, then we'll see what you're worth," says one. Outside, the men hear Kenjal's vehicle being smashed. The kidnappers seem really into it, one hit after the other is heard. “But what is this for? We were only on our way to Clif from the Coast Guard. We have an appointment with him. These men are from New York, they are not from here,” the captain tries to change the criminals' minds.
"Is that so? The people who usually come to Clif don't look as rich as you. What kind of business do you have with him?”, the kidnapper demands to know in a loud voice. Judging by his voice, he is a no-nonsense underworld figure. “Business? We're here just to get some information from him about one of the boats that left," the captain says again. “These are businessmen but not in Florida. They are here on a private matter.”
“Listen, do I sound like an idiot? We've been watching Clif for a while and have long suspected that he's hooking up with others. There are risks involved in all this, you know that. You can't just enter someone else's terrain without good agreements," the man says dryly.
“What are you talking about, man? What other people's terrain? We are looking for one of us his wife who was brought here to the bay. We suspect she is being drugged and captured. Do we need good agreements with whom for that?”, the captain now asks impatiently.
Suddenly they hear heavy footsteps coming their way.
Everyone remains silent, you can even feel the man's presence in the room. The four men are still blindfolded, but unwittingly turn in the direction from which the man has appeared. “Appointments with me, damn it!” it now sounds with authority. “Miami is mine, how dare you come here with your monkey business? And then with a mutt like Clif! What will he be able to do for you? Without us, he doesn't even have a job," the man continues.
“Man, come clean. What is it about? We just want info on a boat on which this man here his wife is. We are not interested in a single business here”. The captain struggles to keep his cool. He has been to the Bay of Miami many times but never docked before. He knows there's dirty business going on in the bay, but never got involved, it’s none of his business anyway.
“You are not kidding me. That yacht was specially directed here. And now some businessmen come to talk to Clif, with the plan to leave with the boat again. Come on man”, the boss tells the men. “We've been watching you for a while. Barbados is the new stopover and there are a number of clans who want to settle here. We've already discouraged a few." At his last words, his accomplices begin to laugh heartily. Obviously, by discouraging he means that he has carried out some liquidations.
“Are you a drug lord?” asks Andre now. He has been following the conversations for a while and it is starting to dawn on him. “What you mean is that you think we want to start a new drug line and you see us as rivals?” he asks incredulously. The captain and Aziel are shocked at his words, they hadn't thought of that yet. “WHAT!!”, screams Aziel.
Kenjal, who had been knocked out, slowly regains consciousness. His face is purple on one side. He just managed to hear Andre's last words.
“Holy shit! How do these men get the idea that we want to trade drugs? Do we look like drug lords, damn it!” he now growls.
"Certainly!" answer one of the henchmen. “Rich and distinguished. This is how the financiers always look. Don't get their hands dirty and let others take the risks," he says disdainfully. He has the hammer knocked off his weapon to reveal his power here. “But it won't work here. We control Miami and nobody comes here with their filth. Keep your drugs in your country and don't come and turn our kids into junkies here."
“Listen, let's use sobriety here,” Andre declares calmly now. “Take our ID from the pockets and google our names. We've all been in the limelight before, none of us related to drug issues. It is like we said, we're looking for the man's wife here. The man there is my partner and this is the captain of my yacht that will take us to the bay to look for her,” he explains quietly. “We have information that she is being drugged by an ex-con and held on a boat. We really need to meet Clif to find out details about the boat. That's all, we have nothing to do with drugs. Be sure of that"
There is a moment of silence, it seems as if the boss is weighing Andre's words.
“Get their IDs out of their pockets!” he orders. Seconds later, the men feel they are being frisked and their wallets were taken. “Do as that one said, google all the names on your mobile”. There is silence for a while and then the accomplice calls out the names one by one and what is said about them in the newspapers. "But isn't it strange that the lawyer who pleaded against you is now in your company, looking with you for your wife?" muses the boss, turning to Aziel.
Andre can see the humor in it. “Aziel and his wife are my best friends. I had met this man before when I didn't know he was a lawyer. And yes, his job caused some delay, I was not able to meet him until the case of Aziel was settled," he explains. The boss taps his Shoe on the wooden floor.
"You know what? I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt. The story of the woman who has just had a miscarriage really resonates with me. My wife went through the same thing two months ago and so far she still can't get over it. It’s deep and emotional. I've paid thousands of psychiatrists to no avail," he says. “But don't you trust that Clif completely. You may be the wrong guys, but he's definitely on drugs."
"You let us go?" asks Andre unbelievable. "But we're still going to Clif, we need the info, really." The boss nods and beckons his henchmen. These pull the men from the chair with the intention of taking them outside again. “Hey, but how do we get out of here? My car!” Kenjal exclaims. “Are you paying for my car? Did you have to destroy? Shit!.”
The boss chuckles. “You have enough money for another one. Think of it as ransom to buy your freedom," he laughs. Kenjal shakes his head in disapproval. The four men are placed on a bus. When they are dropped off somewhere, their hands are released. The van rushes away. And when they take off the blindfold, they stand at the pier where the boat is docked...
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