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I shrugged, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. "He doesn't have a choice. He'll come around. They always do."

Antonio nodded, a satisfied look on his face. "And if he doesn't?"

I sipped my whiskey, savoring the burn as it went down. "That’s what leverage is for."

The night was still young, and there was much to be done, including acquiring the leverage I had in mind. It wasn’t my first rodeo with helpless debtors, of course, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this situation with Ryan was just the beginning of something much bigger. I had a knack for sensing these things, and my instincts rarely led me astray. I was secretly looking forward to my new, innocent pawn, and I predicted these twenty-four hours were going to be very long for all of us.

The clock was ticking, and I was a patient man. But not indefinitely.

Chapter 3

Michael

I woke up to the sound of our front door being kicked in. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled out of bed, my mind racing with panic.

“Ryan?” I fumbled, hoping it was him, piss-drunk and unable to find his keys.

I rushed to the living room, ready to give him a piece of my mind, when the sight of three large men, dressed in black, with cold, steely eyes, froze my blood.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice shaking. “What do you want?”

One of the men stepped forward, a sinister smile spreading across his face. “We’re here for you, Michael. Don’t make this difficult.”

I tried to back away, but barely made it to the next room. Strong hands grabbed me, pinning me to the ground where I struggled senselessly, wriggling like a worm, as the man half-crushed my ribs between his knee and the cold kitchen floor.

Placing the rest of his weight on my lower back, he breathed into my ear. “Actually sweetheart, please, do make this difficult. I would love the excuse to work on you a little….”

I froze at his words, knowing I would not stand a chance against these three brutes.

“Do we need an excuse…?” A second man approached us with a smirk.

“Please, I won’t resist, but don’t hurt me….” I begged with a hint of panic, feeling the grinding of the first man’s massive erection against my thighs. Ryan. This is because of Ryan’s debt… My mind raced. What have you gotten us into…?

The intruder’s weight lifted a little as his hand scooped me by my waist, lifting my arse in the air. Within a second, my pants were stripped off me despite my efforts to fight him once more.

“No, we don’t, but I love the struggle!” The guy lifting me up laughed.

Before I could even scream, one hand covered my mouth, while another squeezed my balls tight enough that I doubled up in agony, struggling to breathe. A knee spread me open before a thick finger found my clenched asshole, jamming at the small opening and shoving in hard. I howled in pain against the hand clamping to my mouth.

Oh, my God; it hurts so bad! Please, don’t let them rape me….

“Shut up!” He hissed, covering half my face with force.

“Let’s shove a cock in his god-damn mouth. That’ll shut him up!” A new voice suggested.

“Then, just fucking do it!” The man holding me snapped.

The moment I saw the tall figure in front of me as my hair was yanked, placing me at eye level with his crotch, a new wave of terror took over, sparking my adrenaline.

I squirmed in the air, wildly jerking my head back and kicking at my attacker’s groin behind me. He nearly dropped me with a grunt when I was caught by the third stranger; a tanned man with a heavy accent, who threw me over his shoulder like a potato sack and carried me toward the living room. Ignoring my beating fists pounding on his back and my flailing feet, kicking his front, my attacker slammed me against the ground with one hand, hitting me straight on the face with the other.

“Get on your fucking knees!” He ordered, pulling me up by an arm.

My head was pounding and my ears kept ringing, yet everything was as if I was watching it happen to someone else in very slow motion.

“Open your mouth!” The man across from me held my head up once more with force.

Please… Please, no…. Where are you, Ryan? I need you!

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