The dead body of a woman with a hole in her forehead slowly slid off the bed and fell to the ground.
Sophie looked at Bethany with coldness and indifference for a second.
As if it wasn't her hand that had just pulled the trigger.
As if it had nothing to do with her at all.
She slowly walked over to the suffering Darell.
A glimmer of life appeared in her eyes again.
At the sight of her beloved in such a situation, she felt like crying.
Not only was he exhausted, unable to sleep and rest peacefully, but he was also visibly drugged. His member stood painfully at attention.
Sophie knew well that Darell would never do something like that with Bethany.
In the state he was in, even she wouldn't be able to arouse him.
All he needed now was relief through sleep. So, without waiting any longer, she released his arms and legs, took him gently in her arms, and watched as relief slowly appeared on his face.
Feeling her scent and wonderful touch, his body reacted immediately and he could finally allow himself to rest.
"Sleep, my dear, nothing is going to happen to you anymore" Sophie whispered, holding back her tears and stroking his head.
Darell relaxed his tense muscles and fell asleep with relief.
Anton watched the whole event in silence. He didn't expect anything less from his sister.
You could even say that he was proud of her for what she had done.
Who in their right mind would let their enemy do something like that...
How Sophie had dealt with it was a mild measure of revenge.
But when the opportunity arose, Anton decided to teach Sophie how to slowly 'punish' her enemies.
Maybe then those miserable little minnows would stop causing her so much trouble and they would understand that noone mess with the Ruslanovs.
In the meantime, it was time to clean up and find out who had helped this woman get out of this place.
He knew very well that when his friend had 'hired' someone to work, there was no escape for her.
In the near future, when he had a little more time, he decided to contact her and find out if everything was okay.
In the meantime, he approached his sister and, placing his hand on her shoulder, let her know that they should get ready.
"Help me get him dressed and carry him to the car. The doctor needs to take care of him," Sophie, wiping away a small tear that had managed to escape her eye, stood up and started looking for clothes for Darell.
One of the men came into the room to inform Anton about the situation downstairs.
All the people present were overpowered and tied up. Not being properly trained and receiving far too little pay, they quickly revealed the name of the boss they worked for.
Zick, upon receiving this information, wanted to take swift and painful revenge by cleaning up all man's savings.
However, to her surprise, as soon as Don heard from his men that everything was under control and all they had to do was clean up, he left the room and disappeared for a good few minutes.
Surprised, Zick looked at the closed door for a moment but quickly learned what he meant.
Not even a few minutes had passed when the twins hurriedly entered the room and, sitting down in their seats without a word, began to act.
Zick, looking at them with surprise, did not notice the boss lurking behind her.
With one agile movement, he once again threw her over his shoulder and with a quick, decisive step went to his quarters.
"Have a lovely rest" The twins called with stupid smiles seeing the blushing face of the embarrassed Zick.
Hearing this, she immediately felt warmer and once again felt her pants getting wet.
"Don..." The girl called charmingly to the man, who flinched at the sound of her voice and the gentle touch of her hand along his back.
"Hmm?" He hummed inquiringly without breaking stride.
"Shower first. I'm too sticky. I feel uncomfortable" She asked quietly, running her hand over his well-sculpted back.
"Whatever you wish, my little one" His sexy low voice sounded, causing another surge of heat inside the girl. Holding back a moan, Zick tried not to give herself away.
It would give him too much joy knowing how he affected her. What's worse, he could use it against her and do whatever he wanted with her whenever he wanted.
And she had work to do too.
He wouldn't mind if she stayed in his bed, but she wanted to be useful for something else. Not just to satisfy his endless needs.
Luckily, Don still listened to her for a while and agreed to her requests even when he didn't want to do something at all.
Even now, he wanted to take off her clothes and take her in the hallway, but his dearest wanted a shower. So be it.
Entering his room, he closed the door, warning his subordinates in his thoughts that anyone who tried to stop him now would die a terrible death.
For some reason, all of his men felt an unpleasant, cold shiver run through their bodies.
For some reason, they sensed that this was a warning from the boss not to approach him.
Knowing what could result from breaking the supposed order, the employees stood guard over the entire corridor, not even letting anyone pass.
A strange silence reigned in the mansion.
Don intended to take full advantage of it, entering the bathroom with Zick and quickly getting rid of her clothes.
In the blink of an eye, she stood before him in all her glory, stimulating his senses.
Grabbing her by the waist with one hand and the neck with the other, he began to kiss her hungrily, not giving her a moment's respite.
He slowly turned on the shower faucet and the pleasantly warm water began to flow down their bodies.
Zick, moaning, absorbed by his lips, tried to catch a little bit of air every now and then.
After a few minutes, she was no longer able to stand on her shaking legs.
His hands stimulated her delicate body with their lustful touch, draining her of her strength.