War Lord

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The man’s battered head rolled from side to side with the motion of the boat. A sound escaped his throat but nothing else had a chance of freedom. Not out here. Not now.

Benicio von Weiss regarded the man at his feet and then upended the chilled bottle of Evian. He took a long drink, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while the lavender sea rolled slow and languid beneath the white hull of the Medusa, the über-luxurious Mangusta 130, his toy du jour. Von Weiss’s eyes moved on to survey the horizon and saw nothing but the crisp blue line where sea met sky and the small solitary green island of Queimada Grande. Brazil lay thirty-two kilometers to the west. Out to the east, six and half thousand kilometers of empty Atlantic Ocean stretching all the way to Africa.

A woman in a brief yellow bikini appeared in the doorway, distracting him. The sun had turned her hair gold and her skin bronze. She was tall and… accommodating.

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