#Chapter20
Valentine
I cut the call and entered back in the basement. Victor raised an eyebrow curiously and I shook my head.
/"She is at home. The mansion is guarded./" I assured and he immediately spins around and punched the asshole straight on the nose. Satisfaction graced my features hearing a loud crunch followed by his scream. /"Don't spare any of them. I want Volkov to greet all twenty stale bodies of these dogs. Don't kill them but show mercy by breaking them beyond repair. When I visit next time, I want them unable to twitch even a single finger. Let the Russian Don do the dirty work with his own hands by killing what he sowed. I want them to be parcelled alive./" I ordered and left the basement. Soon the entire hideout rang with the agonizing screams begging for mercy as my men released their frustration over pale Russian flesh. It will save a great lesson and a warning for Volkov to learn.
