Brian took one last longing look around the island before it was time to leave. He was torn between his emotions. 

Pissed off and something else he couldn't define. He was sure the blonde wasn't here anymore.

Brian looked for him all night, not believing he left. He thought Justin had the staff lie for him.

After kicking a few asses, he was sure he wasn't hiding. The natives knew better then to fuck with Kinney.He was told the blonde lefton a boat at first light.

Five days after leaving the island...

Brian was in his New York Wall Street office. Just because he was rich and powerful, he still loved having his own advertising firm. 

He had his men search for any clues where he thought Justin might have gone when he returned from the island.

He was positive that the blonde called Manhattan home. 

Where else would a high priced Call Boy work? 

Brian and his entourage were leaving in an hour for the private, high stakes poker game in Atlantic City.
Brian buzzed his friend and confidante Dante into his office.

 "Boss, we are hitting dead ends everywhere we look on this Justin Taylor. If he is in the city he's using an alias, not his real name," his friend said. 

"Fuck it, we will resume the search when we return from A.C." he snapped.

Brian's limo was waiting for him when he came outside. He was heading to his private jet to fly him there.

His chauffeur asked if he was all right. He didn't answer.

His mind was on a private cove far away, where he was  *taken and humiliated against his will.* 

  
Now that Brian was back home, he was royally pissed. The magic of the island wore off and he was dead set on revenge. He would make the blonde boy pay for what he did. 

News flash...

Brian wasn't paying much attention to the TV in the limo until he heard his phone beep.

Dante was following behind the limo to the airport.

" Brian, are you watching the news?" 

"No, I wasn't paying attention. What's up?" 

"I just heard a news flash over the radio. Turn the sound up on the TV," he said.

Brian heard the reporter say something about a ship. 

"Something about a ship, so  fucking what," he replied. 

"Brian, it's the ship that Taylor was on." 


"What the fuck are you talking about?" he yelled.

Just then the news was repeated. 

The reporter's mouth was moving but Brian couldn't wrap his brain around what the guy was saying.

repeat...

"A ship leaving a private island a few days ago, 

heading to the States went down in the Pacific. There were no known survivors. Details will follow when this tragedy is investigated."
Brian told the driver to turn around.

"Brian?"

his friend called. He forgot about the phone. 

"Are you there?" 

"Yeah, I'm here, turn the fuck around. The game will have to wait."

Brian put the phone down.


All alone in the loft...

"Justin," he whispered hoarsely. 

Brian was deep in thought when he heard the door. He screamed into the intercom, "Come the fuck up. This better be good. I don't want to see anyone." 

The kid carrying the telegram was shaking. He handed Brian the letter, and ran forgetting about the required signature. He pulled the loft door closed and opened it.

My Dear Mr. Kinney:
      So glad you made it home safe. However, some of our other guests weren't that fortunate. Mr. James Trent, Mr. Samuel Grant, and Justin Taylor were lost at sea.
We hope to see you back at the island soon.

Brian crumpled up the letter and fell to the floor. He couldn't be dead.

"Justin," he whispered again. 

For seconds...minutes...he rocked back and forth unable to draw enough air into his lungs or to fathom the message branded across his mind in flaming letters...
tbc...

A.N.
Hi Everyone: Just a quick note to say I'll try and update sooner. I had a very trying summer. My husband Ron, was so sick, in and out of hospitals.July he almost died. It was a miracle he is still here. He is doing much better now. Thanks to everyone who emailed me. Be patient with me, especially the mistakes I make in my writing. I'm ready to write and going to finish my fics. Hopefully, there will be more. The only thing that kept me sane was reading everybody's wonderful fics on this site. Hugs to all of you! Annie