Sammy never let his conscience be troubled by trivial details like who any of his scams would hurt. Anything and everything that brought money to him was a good thing, what did it matter if someone got fleeced? They should have been more discerning of what they put their money in.

He just loved the long beach vacations he got to take, especially in countries where the women wore just about nothing. Unfortunately for him, he never stopped to think that one of his victims might come or send someone to get their money back. It never occurred to him that a woman could be any type of threat to him. Sammy was a pretty big guy after all, are over 6 feet tall and over 200 pound he never thought that a 120 pound woman could ever get the better of him.

But Marcia didn’t need to physically overpower him, not after she slipped the drug in his drink. That’s all her job required, at the man back to his room believing he was going to be spending the night with a beautiful woman, only to be put to sleep by the drug. She let the other men stuff Sammy into a sports gear bag and carry him and all his belongings out to the waiting van.

The next thing Sammy new, he was tied to a chair on the back of a yacht two men were guarding him and they called for their boss. Logan joined them looking down at Sammy.

On his tablet computer, Logan typed in the address for Sammy’s bank. “You know what happens if you don’t give me your login code for your bank account, don’t you?”

Sammy nodded his head indicating he knew exactly what would happen to him.

“Just in case there’s any doubt,” Logan nodded to the two men who then picked up Sammy and held him over the water.

With a shaky voice Sammy gave Logan the count number and his password. Logan logged in and did an e-transfer of $30,000 to his sister’s offshore bank account.

After logging out and turning off his computer, Logan again looked over Sammy and said, “My problem now is that how many other victims of your scams are there? How many more will there be after we let you go? Should I decide to do so.”

“Please I won’t do it again.” Sammy didn’t know whether begging for his life would work with this man, he just didn’t see any alternative.

“Of course you say that now under threat of death. But what will you do when you need money? Are you going to get a job or are you going to go back to your old tricks?”

“I don’t want to die, please,” Sammy begged. He could feel the chair shaking as the men who were holding him above the water had their arms starting to get tired.

“I could either direct my men to drop you in water where you’ll sink to the bottom, or I could keep you prisoner at one of my properties, and maybe kill you later.”

“I would prefer to be prisoner,” Sammy said.

Logan nodded his head and directed the men to bring Sammy back on the boat. “For now, that’s what I’ll do.”

Sammy was taking below deck and secured in a closet. His life as a prisoner is what he had to look forward to, and he already started thinking up ways to try and get himself out of this. He’s been in tight spots before and was able to smooth talk his way out of it, this shouldn’t be too much more difficult.