THE DEATH ISLAND

The jet landed a few hours ago. The journey to the island was long and exhausting. By road, it would take an entire day, that was how far the island was.

The Death Island is a mafia clan, owned and ruled by Brian Greco Giordano, known in his empire as Don Greco. No one has the right to call him Brian, only his late mother.

He is an heartless and brutal master. At 32, he carri6ed a domineering, intimidating aura. His name alone spread fear, and his voice shook people to their very nerves. He was the kind of soul that even insects on the ground seemed to bow to.

To outsiders, he is unknown. He never revealed openly that he owned a clan. Yet his clan was the largest, surrounded by water, and the most feared. Though his face is hidden, his rule is ranked number one, surpassing even the most famous clan in Country M.

They are known for dirty jobs and guarantees one thing, 100% protection for anyone who hires them. They trade drugs, weapons, and even humans for money. The clan holds the highest record of crimes. Wealthy men who wanted rivals destroyed paid them heavily, and the Death Island always delivered clean jobs.

The cops are banned from approaching the clan. No officer ever returned from undercover.

They are called The Death Island for a reason. Once taken there, survival is nearly impossible. Victims are either sold off, turned into maids, forced into whoredom—especially the women or traded for money.

No sane person ever wishes to set foot there.

*

In The Drowned Chapel known as The Meeting Room, Don Greco is seated on The Black Throne wearing a cold look and exuding an air of dominance.

In the chapel with him are his most trusted men skilled in fighting with unique abilities. Aura, the one who oversees the clan.

Thorley, a jovial and humourous guy, he is very skilled in knife and needle handling.

Nikolai, a tech genius who never disappoints, he has been with the clan for years.

Havana, a weird, aggressive but fierce lad, he never misses his shot, he knows and understands all the weapons and bullets in the clan.

Swifty, her name is her confidence, the only lady among all men, she is swift in anything she does and can also be fierce at times, she is also the second tech genius specialized in hacking.

Don Greco relaxed on his throne, waiting for them to speak.

Nikolai handed him tablet as she spoke, "As at the time the ship was attacked, the surveillance cameras were damaged but there was one at the disclosed area".

He watched it closely and caught the sight of guy will lion tattoo on his neck. His gaze gradually darkened, he chuckled, dropping the tablet.

Thorley suggested, "I'm thinking we track them down and we get out goods from them".

"Assign some skilled men from to the ship and seaport, you know what to do to the rest".

He paused for a while before speaking up again.

He finally passed his verdicts, "Using that sign on his neck, track the clan but don't strike, follow up on their next mission and take back as many as you can".

He rose to his feet and left the Chapel.

"Nikolai and Swifty, get back to meas soon as you find something. Havana and Thorley, come with me to pick out some men for recruitment". Aura ordered and also left the Chapel.

*

Inola was escorted out of the dark room to another room where some ladies are present.

The men left and the ladies pulled her into the bathroom.

"What's going on?". She questioned in fear.

They gave her no response but stripped her forcefully and pushed her into the jacuzzi filled with soap and rose.

The scent was heavenly.

Two ladies held her hands when she was struggling, denying them access to wash her.

They scrubbed her body, face and hair vigorously almost damaging her skin.

She struggled with them to release her hands and screamed, "Why are you touching me?".

"Miss, it's best you allow us do our job. The boss will be home soon, you need to be ready before he returns". A lady cautioned.

She shivered immediately, thinking she was about to be sold off.

She kept quiet and watched them do their thing as she planned her escape in her head.

They were done bathing her, they proceeded to blow drying her hair while applying a lotion with sweet rose scent on her body and some facial products on her face.

They went on to styling her hair in high ponytail, they moved to apply some makeup on her face, making her look hot.

They proceeded to dressing her in a red lingerie.

She frowned and it clicked!

She is being dressed like a slut!

Is she about to loose her dignity?

Will her father look for her and bail her out?

All those questions lingered in her head but she has no one to answer them.

They wore her a pair of matching red heels and sprayed her perfume with rose and cherry scent.

She smelt nice and looked hot, even the ladies were envious of her breathtaking beauty.

They left the room and locked it, shattering her hopes of escaping.

Few seconds later, they brought her a tray filled with well garnished food.

"Eat this to replenish your energy for tonight".

She hurriedly asked, "What I'm I doing tonight?".

"Don't be in a hurry to know, reserve your energy for tonight". The lady replied and left.

She stared at the food and didn't touch it, she shut her eyes tight, her mind wandering off.

What was she going to do?

*

The time was exactly, 10pm when a black maybach rolled into the villa. Stepping down was President Giordano, dressed in a black suit that fitted him perfectly.

There are no guards in sight but there are guards in the villa seeing everything but you can't see them.

He strode into the house while the driver drove to the underground packing lot with tons of unlimited cars arranged there.

"Welcome President Giordano". The maids present when he entered bowed to greet him.

He said nothing and Sophus hurried to meet him.

"She is ready".

"5 minutes".

He entered the room, pulled his suit jacket and slumped on the couch.

*

Inola didn't touch her food nor sleep a wink, she was anxious about what is to come. She could sense the people in the building are stern and heartless.

Keeping her locked in a room without telling her anything but they could frame her for what she didn't do!

The door swung open and two ladies from earlier walked in.

They pulled her up, helped her retouch her makeup, redo her hair and adjusted her lingerie.

They grabbed her hands and led her outside, leading her down the passage, they turned to a corner and there was a door in front of them with a staircase on the right.

She was confused with her heart racing fast.

"Place a knock".

She thought of running but she looked up and saw a camera glaring at her. She steadied her breath before knocking.

She knocked again and got no response.

She knocked louder and she heard a cold baritone voice, ushering her in.

She felt her skin crawl, she took in one last breath before twisting the nob.

She walked in slowly, the room was dark, just one warm light glowing from the side of the room, lightening up the room a bit.

There he was seated like a king in his throne, she couldn't see his face but she could feel his eyes on her.

"Strip!"

His cold dominating voice filled the room and a light bulb went off in her head.

Strip for who?

For what reason?

"Excuse me?".

He said nothing but stared at her, he was running out of patience but remained calm.

"3.....2......1"

He counted backwards, she took to her heels, trying to run outside but the door was locked.

He stood to his feet and his height completely swallowed her, within a twinkle of an eye, he was already in front of her.

She swallowed hard, as she stared at his face.

He was the man from earlier!

He swiftly carried her and dropped her on the table, pinning her hands to the table.