In It For Life (Prison Island Sequel) - 1 - Teaser

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“Ahab,” Francesco said slowly. “Yes, like in the book. No, I don’t know the last name. C’mon, lady, it’s not like there could be a lot of people named Ahab.” Ah, shit, he needed to control himself. “Sorry about that, really am. It’s just that he’s an old friend, and I don’t know how to find him.”

Two years after he had left that godforsaken island, and he was still searching for Mouse in prisons all over the country. A lot of people didn’t want to give him that kind of information over the phone, so he needed to bend over backwards to go on trips and see those people face to face only to beg them to release a type of information that they weren’t supposed to give away to any stranger off the street.

So far, no success. Francesco had found work at a car workshop, and it paid the bills. He lived in a small rented studio not far from it, and everything he made and didn’t have to go to paying living expenses went into his trying to find Mouse.

Where the hell had Mouse been taken? After all that time, Francesco still recalled that last day on the island to the last detail. And how the hell had he been so stupid never to ask Mouse for his full name? Not that he had asked the others, and none had asked him, either.

Funny how time had a way to put things in perspective, he thought as another negative answer was delivered to him via the phone. In a way, Karl had kept his promise. And in another, he hadn’t. Mouse had been on the chopper with them on the day of their departure. Only that he hadn’t been released to walk free in the world – Karl’s words, not his. No, instead, he had been put in a prison somewhere, and Francesco needed to find where that prison was so that he could go to him.

He ran his hands over his face. Was he some delusional fuck to continue his search after all this time? Two years felt like a lot compared to his age of twenty now, but each day, he woke up with hope that it would be the one when he would find Mouse.

Karl would have such a laugh if he had ever learned that during all this time, for two years straight, Francesco hadn’t fucked anyone. Well, at least, not anyone living and breathing, he thought and pulled his dildo from the drawer. He stared at it for a moment. He had basically chosen it because it looked like it had been modeled after Karl’s dick.

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