The guards scattered immediately, and within minutes, Yemin was dragged into the office, his arms held by two burly men."You sick fuck," Marco snarled, stalking toward Yemin. "You think you can put your filthy hands on my woman?"Yemin looked directly at Marco, unfazed by the accusation. "I didn't touch her. She propositioned me, and I declined. That's all that happened.""LIAR!" Sophia shrieked from behind Marco. "He's lying, Marco! He attacked me!""You expect me to believe my Sophia would lie about something like this?" Marco backhanded Yemin across the face, the sound echoing through the room."You're going to die for what you did, you worthless piece of garbage.""I'm telling you the truth," Yemin said calmly, wiping blood from his split lip. "I never laid a hand on her."Marco laughed coldly. "The truth? You want to know what the truth is? The truth is that you're about to become tiger food."He snapped his fingers, and more guards appeared."Take this rapist to the arena. It's

Later that evening, as the villa settled into an uneasy quiet, Yemin moved through the shadows like a ghost. He had anticipated Marco's vindictive nature and knew that honoring their deal publicly was just for show. The real retaliation would come in the darkness.But Yemin had no intention of waiting passively for assassination attempts. It was time to take control of the situation.Sophia's bedroom was on the third floor, far from the guards' quarters. Yemin had studied the villa's layout meticulously, noting every camera blind spot and patrol route. Getting inside undetected was child's play for someone with his skills.Sophia lay sleeping peacefully in her king-sized bed, silk sheets draped over her figure. Yemin approached silently, pulling a small vial from his pocket. The cream inside was one of his own concoctions - temporary but dramatically effective.He applied the substance to her face with clinical precision, focusing on her cheeks, forehead, and around her eyes. Within m

Within minutes, the villa erupted with activity. Heavy footsteps thundered through hallways as Marco's men mobilized. Shouted orders echoed off the walls as guards were roused from their sleep."FIND ROBERTO SANTANGELO!" Marco's voice boomed through the intercom system. "I want that rapist piece of garbage brought to me alive!"Roberto, a former hitman from Naples with a distinctive scar running from his left ear to his jaw, was dragged from his bed by six armed guards. The man had indeed joined Marco's security team with falsified credentials, intending to get close enough to eliminate a rival crime boss who frequently visited the villa."What the hell is going on?" Roberto demanded as they hauled him through the corridors in his underwear. "Get your fucking hands off me!""Shut up, you sick bastard," spat Carmine, leading the group. "You know exactly what this is about."They threw Roberto into Marco's office, where the crime boss waited with barely contained fury. Sophia sat in a c

"But there's something you need to understand," Yemin interrupted, his voice taking on a menacing edge. "This treatment needs to be reapplied weekly, or the effects will return permanently."Sophia's eyes snapped open in horror. "What do you mean?""I mean you'll need me to give you the antidote every seven days, or your face will sag even worse than tonight. And next time, it won't be reversible.""You bastard!" Sophia snarled. "You're blackmailing me!""I'm ensuring your cooperation," Yemin corrected. "As long as you keep your mouth shut about tonight and continue being helpful when I need it, you'll stay beautiful. Try to betray me, and you'll spend the rest of your life looking like a withered corpse."Sophia's hands clenched into fists, but she knew she was trapped. "I hate you.""I don't care. Just remember our arrangement."The next morning, Marco gathered his guards in the villa's main courtyard. The men stood in formation, their faces showing varying degrees of curiosity and

"Let's see how handy he is with his other belongings," Antonio suggested with a wicked grin.Yemin moved to the walk-in closet to inspect his gear.When he opened the door, the full extent of their sabotage became apparent.His spare uniforms had been shredded with knives, his boots had been punctured with dozens of small holes, and his personal items were scattered across the floor in deliberate disarray.The four guards crowded behind him, their laughter filling the small space."Oops," Luca said with mock innocence."Looks like someone had a little accident with your stuff.""What a shame," Francesco added sarcastically."Must have been rats. This old villa has a real pest problem."Yemin picked up one of his boots, examining the neat holes that had been drilled through the leather. Someone had taken considerable time and effort to destroy his belongings."Those holes give your boots character," Salvatore said with a cruel chuckle."Now they'll breathe better. You should thank us f