Page 37 of Sexting the Bratva Boss (Text to Touch)

Ruslan

"The arms depot in the east and the money laundering center in the west have both been eliminated as planned. These two strikes cost Joseph significant cash flow and heavy weapons."

Dimitri stood across from me, his voice steady as always, reporting on our recent destruction of Joseph's strongholds.

I listened quietly. The plan was executing perfectly, but restless anxiety had been gnawing at me all day.

"What's Joseph's reaction?" I asked. Usually by now, he'd be in a rage, scrambling to deal with the mess.

"That's what's strange," Dimitri's brow furrowed slightly. "Our informant says when he learned the news, he didn't seem very emotional—just locked himself in his study for half an hour. And just now, he actually had the leisure to go out."

This didn't fit Joseph's personality. He couldn't possibly be this calm. This abnormal behavior made me uneasy, a sense of foreboding tightening my stomach .

Just then, my phone on the desk started vibrating. My heart plummeted—it was Andrew calling.

I answered, and his panicked voice came through.

"Пахан! We have a problem! Miss Stone is missing!"

My brain felt like it had been sucked into a vacuum.

"What happened?" I ground out through clenched teeth, fighting down the rage that wanted to destroy everything. "You fucking useless pieces of shit!"

"I'm sorry, пахан. This is our failure." Andrew explained.

"A production assistant named Marcel called Miss Stone away, saying the director needed to discuss something.

Our men followed, but at the door, Miss Stone told them to wait outside.

Our men waited five minutes, sensed something wrong, and immediately broke in, but the room was empty.

Only Miss Stone's purse was left on the table.

We searched and found a hidden door behind a closet leading to an isolated Pine Avenue, but Miss Stone was long gone, and there are no cameras. .."

I couldn't hear anything after that.

Eva was missing, her phone with the tracking device left at the scene. I'd have a hard time finding her quickly. My brain went blank for a moment, blood rushing to my head until I almost couldn't stand.

I hung up. Terror tore at my soul. I'd let her fall into danger again.

Worry strangled my throat. Just thinking of Eva alone in danger, facing terrible things she'd never encountered before—dangers I'd brought into her life—felt like a knife twisting in my heart with every beat.

Just as this destructive emotion threatened to consume me, my phone screen lit up with a text from an unknown number.

With trembling hands, I opened it.

It was a photo.

Eva was tied to a chair, her hair disheveled, mouth gagged with fabric. Those usually bright eyes were now filled with panic and defiance. She stared at the camera as if bravely confronting whoever took this photo despite her terror .

My breathing stopped completely when I saw the image. It burned into my retinas like a branding iron, making my heart clench violently.

Below the photo was a brief message:

Unknown Number: Blackstone Steel Mill, Warehouse 3, south side. be here by 8 PM. come alone, Ruslan. if I see anyone else or you're one minute late, you'll receive pieces of your beloved woman.

Was it Joseph? That explained his strange, calm reaction.

But how did he get my number?

Or was it Casimir?

Whoever it was would pay. My fists clenched as blood roared through my veins. I wanted to tear apart whoever took that photo, everyone who'd hurt her.

"Пахан!" Dimitri noticed my condition, his face changing. "What happened?"

"Eva's been kidnapped. The kidnappers want me to come alone to Blackstone Steel Mill."

As I spoke, I stood and strode quickly to the rest area of my office.

I opened the closet and pulled a specially-made lightweight bulletproof vest from a hidden compartment, quickly putting it under my shirt.

Then I took a Walther P99 from the gun cabinet, concealing it at my waist under my suit jacket.

Finally, I retrieved a specially modified micro silenced pistol from another compartment—smaller than my palm but deadly at close range.

I secured it to the inside of my right ankle, perfectly hidden by my pants.

"Пахан, you can't go alone!" Dimitri followed, trying to stop me. "This is a trap! We should gather our men and surround that steel mill!"

"No!" I turned with an expression that brooked no argument. "I won't gamble with Eva's life. Dimitri, this is an order. No one makes any moves without my command."

"But—"

"Nothing more to discuss." I cut him off. "I know what I'm doing."

I ignored Dimitri's worried expression and walked away.

Only one thought remained: bring Eva home safely .

I got into a fully armored car and floored the accelerator.

The car stopped in a concealed spot five hundred meters from the steel mill. I got out and walked toward the building.

Through a corridor lined with guards on both sides, I reached Warehouse 3. Two large men with AK-47s stood at the entrance.

"Mr. Yvannov, our boss has been waiting for you," the taller one said.

They stepped forward to roughly search me. Soon they found the Walther P99 hidden at my back and threw it on the ground.

"Is that all you brought?" the shorter one mocked.

"Is your boss really that scared? Makes me come alone, then won't even let me bring one gun inside." I used words to suggest this was my only weapon.

They didn't answer, just gave my pants legs and arms a cursory pat-down. The obvious gun made them overlook a more thorough search.

The door opened and I stepped inside.

Industrial lights illuminated the empty warehouse interior. I saw Eva tied hand and foot to a chair, her face pale.

Behind her, the traitor Casimir held a black pistol pressed against Eva's temple.

My gaze locked on Eva's face and that gun that could end her life at any moment.

"Look who's here," a voice came from the corner—Joseph.

His face wore a victor's smile. "Ruslan, my old friend.

I have to admit, you caused me some minor trouble.

But trading those two broken strongholds for your little girlfriend?

That's a deal I find profitable. After all, your genuine feelings for this little lover are quite obvious. "

Every word was like a needle stabbing my most sensitive nerves, but I ignored his provocation.

No wonder Dimitri couldn't find where Casimir had escaped to—Joseph had been harboring him.

"Stop talking bullshit, Joseph!" Casimir interrupted impatiently, pressing his gun barrel harder against Eva's temple. My eyes darkened. I wanted to tear him apart immediately .

"Ruslan!" Casimir's eyes fixed on me like a poisonous snake. "Our terms are simple. You're a smart man—you should know how to choose."

"First, hand over actual control of the bratva to me. You, Ruslan Yvannov, will formally announce your abdication before all core members, acknowledging me as the only bratva boss and letting me legitimately take over the Yvannov Family."

He seemed to enjoy this feeling of controlling others. "Second, turn over all your arms connections, including passwords to overseas secret accounts and contact information for channels hidden in various governments and militaries. Joseph will help you put these resources to good use."

I sneered internally. A pathetic creature who'd always lived in my shadow now thought he held all the cards.

Joseph added smugly, "You should know, Ruslan, if you suddenly died here today, those loyal dogs you call subordinates would never submit to Casimir. Then civil war would break out and cut off the arms lines I want. So you must live and gracefully hand over everything."

Seeing my silence, Joseph seemed to think he needed more pressure. He deliberately paused, then showed an even more satisfied smile.

"Oh, right," he announced like delivering a verdict, "we also discovered your little girlfriend is pregnant. Congratulations, Ruslan—you're going to be a daddy!"

What? Pregnant?

Eva was pregnant. I was going to be a father.

Our child. A child that belonged to both of us.

Overwhelming joy nearly drowned me completely. I wanted to laugh, wanted to rush over and hold her, wanted to tell her how happy I was.

But that joy lasted less than a second before being replaced by even more bone-chilling fear and heartbreak.

I looked at Eva, at her flat stomach where our little life was growing. The terror of potentially losing them both surrounded me. Eva and our child were being held at gunpoint, their lives hanging by a thread.

I shifted my gaze back to her face. In that moment, our eyes met across the space. In those depths, I saw her undeniable fear, but deeper was unreserved trust in me—absolute faith that placed her life and our child's in my hands. I was nearly burned by that look.

I responded with my own gaze: Don't be afraid, Eva. I'm here.

She seemed comforted, her body relaxing for an instant.

But heartbreak carved through me like the sharpest blade. How terrified must she be? Did she know she was pregnant? Had she been desperately using her own body to protect our child?

At this thought, world-burning rage exploded from the depths of my chest.

They dared! They dared treat my woman this way!

These fucking animals!

In that moment, I had only one thought: kill them all.

But not yet. Eva and our child were still in their hands.

I forcibly suppressed the murderous intent that wanted to burst through my skull. The angrier I became, the calmer I needed to be.

"I can hand over everything," I said evenly. "But you must guarantee Eva and the baby's safety."

While speaking, my peripheral vision quickly surveyed the warehouse layout.

Casimir was closest to me, about six meters away.

Joseph was farther. A few shipping containers in the corner, but nowhere to hide people.

Seemed Joseph's men were all stationed outside—was he afraid my men might break in?

Whatever the reason, this was good news.

I just needed to ensure no unusual sounds would bring those guards inside.

But I still had to wait for a foolproof opportunity.

Just then, I caught Eva's eye. She blinked quickly.

My gaze unconsciously dropped to her wrists bound behind her back. I noticed her subtle movements trying to escape the ropes—the rope binding her wrists had loosened under her efforts.

My heart jumped !

I understood her intention.

"As long as you obediently hand over everything, we'll let her go," Casimir said.

"But Casimir, do you really think Joseph will keep his promises?

" My voice was quiet but clear enough for everyone to hear.

"You're just a pawn he's using against me.

After he gets all our family's arms connections, do you think he'll allow the Yvannov Family to remain a stumbling block to his territorial expansion?

Joseph's ambitions have never been limited to one arm's length. "

Joseph laughed coldly. "Ruslan, put away your clumsy divide-and-conquer tactics. Casimir and I are true partners."

He spoke with conviction, but I keenly caught Casimir seeming to recall something, his brow furrowing. Barely perceptible doubt flashed across his face, and his gun hand wavered slightly.

Almost simultaneously, Eva freed her hands from the ropes and grabbed Casimir's wrist, pushing upward hard. The moment the gun barrel moved away, my body was already reacting. My right hand flashed to my ankle, drawing the micro, silenced pistol.

An almost inaudible sound as the bullet drilled into Casimir's forehead. His body fell straight backward.

Joseph immediately drew his gun toward me, but he was too late.

After eliminating Casimir, I'd already turned my wrist to aim at him, hitting his right femur.

With a scream, he collapsed, his pistol flying out of reach several meters away.

He immediately crawled toward it. Without hesitation, I rushed over and grabbed his weapon, tucking it into my waistband.

Then I quickly tore the lining from my suit jacket and stuffed it into Joseph's mouth, muffling his cries for help.

By now, Eva had freed the ropes around her feet and reached my side.

Overwhelming heartbreak and terror flooded through me like a tide.

I pulled her into my arms as if trying to merge her into my very life.

"I'm sorry I was late, putting you and the baby in danger," I said, guilt and self-reproach in my voice .

"We're both fine. That's enough," Eva said. Though still shaken, her voice was remarkably steady.

This wasn't the time for reunions. Every moment here meant more danger. I released Eva and pressed the micro pistol into her hands, telling her to stay behind me. Then I hauled Joseph up from the floor and pressed my gun to his temple.

"If you don't want to die, cooperate and have your men let us walk out."

I saw Joseph nod, so I pulled the fabric from his mouth. But Joseph immediately started shouting, bringing his men running in. The stupid bastard—what good would calling them in do now?

"Nobody move!" I threatened the advancing men while using Joseph as a human shield. "Or I'll blow your boss's brains out right now!"

I pressed the gun harder against Joseph's head.

"You idiots, don't move!" Joseph roared at his men.

They indeed stopped.

"Eva, stay close!" I said quietly.

Using the limping Joseph as a hostage, I led Eva backward while facing his men, ensuring they didn't dare act recklessly as we slowly retreated from the warehouse.

This process was extremely slow. One wrong move could put Eva and our child back in danger. I kept my full attention on each of Joseph's men while my free arm locked around Joseph's throat, ensuring he had no chance to resist.

Finally, we reached the car. Joseph's men kept their guns trained on us throughout, maintaining a careful distance.

"Eva, get in!" My voice stayed absolutely calm. Without hesitation, Eva immediately opened the passenger door and got inside.

I opened the driver's door. Joseph's men didn't dare approach rashly.

I suddenly shoved Joseph hard toward his men, then got in the car, closed the door, and started the engine in one fluid motion.

"Hold tight!" I told Eva.

"Kill them!" I heard Joseph's furious voice .

Dense gunfire erupted wildly at our car, creating tooth-aching explosive sounds.

The entire vehicle shook violently, but I'd already floored the accelerator.

This professionally armored car withstood every attack, shooting forward like an arrow from a bow.

Bullets still chased madly behind us, but they could no longer match the speed of our racing wheels.