"I'm starting to worry about Anton. It's been five days and there's still no word from him. He's not answering my or Noah's calls. Maybe something happened to him."
A worried Sophie paced around Darell's office, as he was typing intently on his laptop.
"Honey, you heard your father. Everything's fine. Anton's fine, except he doesn't have time to talk."
The man got up from his desk and went to hug his nervous partner.
"Besides, Gregorej is coming home with Luka today, and they'll stop by to see how he's doing. Stop worrying and give me a kiss."
Darell gently kissed Sophie's neck, getting closer to her luscious lips with each kiss.
She couldn't resist his charming nature. Darell was so sweet and took great care of her in every way.
Every way...
Before Anton left, he helped her a lot with her workload, allowing her to work normal hours and get enough rest.
However, a conversation with a worried Noah made her sense trouble. Trouble not coming from outside, but specifically from their father. He was too happy and carefree when she called to ask about her brother.
"Ugh, I hope nothing bad happens." Trying to smile, Sophie returned to her work.
Meanwhile, in the main headquarters, something disturbing was happening.
The sounds of a fight could be heard from one of the rooms.
Inside were several severely beaten men, writhing in pain on the ground. Opposite them, standing on unsteady legs, was none other than Anton. He was furious and covered in blood.
He had wanted to leave for several days now, but his father had made sure he couldn't.
As soon as Anton defeated the men trying to stop him, another group would come in to replace them.
No matter how strong and resilient he was, it was too much even for him. So he struggled with this obstacle, unable to call anyone, without eating for a few days.
"Chief Gregorej will be here in an hour. Please, Boss, stop resisting and wait patiently for his return," One of the newly arrived men announced to the panting Anton.
"Is this old cunt finally going to honor me with his presence? Wonderful. I will wait with great pleasure," The man managed in a hoarse voice, sitting down on the only chair in the room.
"Let me treat the boss's wounds, boss." The same man approached Anton with a first aid kit but was stopped by his single hand movement.
"There's no need. You may go."
One order, and the room quickly emptied. Anton sighed heavily, trying to find a more comfortable sitting position.
He was sore all over, not to mention bleeding from a few places.
His father wasn't going to spare him. Even he hadn't suspected that despite doing everything necessary, the old man would still order him to stay.
When, immediately after his arrival, his phone was taken away to prevent him from being 'distracted', Anton immediately sensed trouble.
But after all that, he had resolved to one thing: he would listen calmly to what his father had to say...and then he would beat the crap out of him.
"Ugh! Noah...I need you so much." The quiet words of the tired man were quickly lost in the room.
Anton was on the verge of collapse. He needed to close his eyes for a moment, but he was afraid that if he did, he would lose consciousness.
So he sat stubbornly for another few minutes, waiting for Gregorej to return.
Half an hour later, a car pulled up in front of the same building, and out stepped none other than Gregorej and a smiling Luka.
"That was great!! We have to do this more often, but this time we'll go with everyone." The pleased boy told the older man his plans for the future.
He only laughed and patted Luka on the head.
"The time will come. Now sit here, and I'll be right back. I'm just going to talk to Anton for a moment."
Gregorej smiled at the boy and went to the room where Anton was being held.
However, he didn't notice a certain cunning boy, who, maintaining a safe distance from the man being followed, was heading to meet his brother...
"You look decent. And I thought it would be much worse."
"You haven't seen your people yet, so don't be happy."
"That people are yours now."
"Anyone who doesn't listen to their boss isn't my subordinate, and let's stop these games. Why are you keeping me here? I did what I had to, so I want to go back."
"This is your place."
"DON'T make me laugh!!" Anton couldn't take it anymore and exploded. "We agreed on this, and we're sticking to it! I don't give a damn about your shifts! Sophie and Noah are waiting for me."
Anton had had enough. If the old man didn't move, he'd punch him and walk over him. The man moved toward Gregorej but stopped hearing his next words.
"Luka's waiting downstairs. Do you want to show him like this?"
"I only look like this because of you. Let the boy see what his loving daddy is capable of. Ha! If our mom saw this."
"How dare you!" Gregorej raised his hand to strike Anton, but at that moment, something neither of them expected happened.
"Anton! I'm back!" Luka burst into the room with a smile on his face, which quickly vanished.
The boy froze and immediately saw the same situation that had been repeating itself at his home with his father and Sophie.
"No! You can't! Leave Anton alone!" The terrified boy lunged toward Gregorej and began punching him with his small fists. Tears began streaming down his face, and he already had a scenario in mind.
"Luka, calm down." Anton crouched down beside the boy and pulled him into his arms. "Nothing happened. Dad didn't do anything to me. I fought with someone in anger, but I'm fine. Calm down." He spoke in a calm voice, stroking the boy's back.
Luka hugged the sore man tightly and tried not to cry.
"Did you at least beat him?" He asked, sniffling and looking at his brother, who was laughing at his words.
"It's better you don't see him. Maybe we should go back to Sophie's? I missed our little sister, and Dad will take care of business here. He's had a long break, after all. What do you think, Luka?" Anton looked sarcastically at Gregorej, who knew he wouldn't win this.