Chapter 82

The terrified men tried to escape Don's iron grip. However, no force on earth could help them now.

Zick sat quietly, knowing that if she spoke, she would be punished.

Anton was busy with business matters, so he wouldn't help them either.

With no way to escape, the twins looked at each other with understanding. They would never get this man angry again.

Even their boss had never punished them for their sharp tongues and now something like this.

Entering the gym, beads of sweat appeared on the twins' foreheads and they hadn't even started working out yet. 

"Come on girls, let's get it together. A few days and maybe I'll be able to turn you into men" Don's creepy voice echoed in their ears and the door to the gym was closed, cutting off their only escape route. 

...

Zick, sitting in front of the computer, laughed a little to herself not knowing that she would also be punished.

However, her punishment would be more personal and in the bedroom... 

...

Anton, receiving instructions from Zick, called a few of his men and they went to visit a certain individual.

A few minutes before entering, Anton received a notification about another video, this time from the morning when he called the police to get rid of the intruders. A nasty smile appeared on his face. 

"Great. Now I won't have to hold back," He mumbled under his breath as he got out of the car.

Standing in front of the unkempt apartment, Anton's men made way for him. Each of them knew well that they couldn't deny the boss the pleasure of taking revenge with his own hands.

So Anton kicked the door, walked up to the surprised man and punched him in the face.

His subordinates took care of the rest, taking the unconscious man and all the things from the desk.

...

The kidnapped man woke up after a long time, but what he saw was not at all pleasant.

Seeing everything upside down and feeling a strong headache, he looked around frantically, finding himself in some abandoned warehouse.

His hands were tied behind his back and his legs were tied with a rope that hung from the ceiling.

His heart was pounding harder and harder. He tried to remember anything of what had happened.

Some people burst into his apartment and he got punched in the face, losing consciousness.

But why did they kidnap him?

He got his answer when a smiling Anton entered the warehouse. However, his smile meant nothing good.

The man clearly felt fear, seeing the expression on his face. 

"You better let me out while you still can! You'll end up straight in prison if I tell the authorities everything!" He started threatening without knowing what he was doing.

Apparently he didn't know everything about Anton, because he clearly felt certain that he would get out of there on his own two feet.

He had already gotten under people's skin a few times. However, after getting punched a few times and verbal threats, no one hurt him anymore.

Unfortunately, today was the day for him when he would find out how lucky he had been before. 

"Who told you that you would be able to say anything?" Anton walked around the man, playing with his hunting knife. "The dead don't talk, didn't you know?" 

At these words, the man widened his eyes in horror and suddenly began to struggle. 

"You can't kill me! If the police find out, you'll be the first suspects!" He shouted in panic.

Anton just laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head.

"Who's going to find out about your death? There won't be a trace of you. After we clear our names and show everyone that you framed us, people will think you ran away from responsibility. So, who's going to look for you?"

Anton stood in front of the man trembling with fear. If he had known that this was how it would end, he would never have agreed to this job.

"I was just doing the assigned task! I'm not the one behind this! Deal with that person, not me! I didn't do anything!"

The man struggled, trying to free himself from his bonds. He couldn't stay here any longer.

After all, the guy in front of him was some kind of a nutcase.

His attempts to get out only made Anton laugh more.

"Do you know why I dressed in black?" He asked in a cold, almost terrifying voice.

"W-why?" The hanged man asked with fear in his eyes.

"Because you can't see blood on black. And we'll have plenty of it here" 

"NO!!" The man screamed in horror when he saw the knife in Anton's hand, which he was playing with.

When he grabbed it with the blade down and took a step towards the hanged man, the man closed his eyes and began to scream at the top of his lungs, calling for help.

However, no one was able to hear his desperate cries except Anton's men waiting outside.

His subordinates got goosebumps at the thought of what their boss was doing there.

People who slandered the Ruslanovs usually ended up several meters underground. After showing them that it wasn't worth it, of course.

After all, if they killed them right away, it would be too easy. They had to learn that it wasn't worth it.

After several minutes of desperate screams, there was dead silence. Anton's subordinates only heard his footsteps and after a while they saw their boss, who looked as if he had stepped out of some horror movie.

His dead gaze was terrifying and his bloody hands and face only added to his monstrous appearance. 

"Clean up. After all, we have to invite two more people," Anton coldly ordered as he walked to the car. 

Now he had to release the videos in their entirety, showing persistent people that what they had seen from the beginning was untrue.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and called the twins.

His patience was quickly running out. Neither of the twins answered.

Closing his eyes and sighing deeply, he tried to control himself and dialed Don's number.

"What's up? Ugh, we're busy. Ah" Anton heard Don's strange groaning in response.

"Don't tell me you're doing this now."

"What? No, what are you ugh. I practice with the boys. Come on, girls. We lift, we don't cry"