Twisted Desires

31. Buckle Up And Hold On Tight

The warehouse was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as Hanni and Minji moved silently through the corridors. Every step was deliberate, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. The air was thick with tension, the weight of their mission pressing down on them.

Hanni signaled to Minji, who nodded and took position by the main entrance. They had chosen this location carefully; it was isolated enough to avoid immediate backup, but not too far from their own escape routes. Hanni checked her watch and then the door leading to Richard's office. They had timed it perfectly.

The door creaked open slowly as Hanni and Minji slipped inside. Richard was seated at his desk, his back to them, oblivious to their presence. Hanni motioned for Minji to stay close. They had to move quickly and decisively.

Richard was hunched over his desk, his head wrapped in a bandage. He looked worn out, his nose slightly crooked, and his teeth not as perfect as they used to be. "Richard," Hanni called out.

He turned around, eyes widening in surprise. "We're here for a little chat," Hanni said, stepping forward, her eyes locked on Richard's. Minji flanked him on the other side, cutting off any potential escape route.

Richard tried to maintain his composure, but the tension in the room was palpable. "I don't have time for this. Leave now, before things get ugly."

Minji laughed softly. "Oh, Richard, things are already ugly. You've made sure of that."

Hanni leaned forward, placing her hands on Richard's desk. "We're done with your games. You owe us, and all those people out there, a lot of money. It's time you paid up."

Richard's expression hardened. "Do you really think you can just waltz in here and make demands? I have connections, resources—"

"And we have evidence," Minji interrupted. "Enough to bury you and your entire operation. You underestimated us, Richard. Big mistake."

Richard's eyes darted between Hanni and Minji, calculating his next move. But before he could react, Hanni pulled out a small, sleek recorder and pressed play. Richard's own voice filled the room, discussing illegal deals and shady transactions.

"Care to explain this?" Hanni asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

Richard's face went pale. "How did you get that?"

"We have our ways," Minji said coolly. "Now, here's how this is going to go. You transfer the money you owe to us and all the others you've wronged. Immediately."

"And if I refuse?" Richard challenged, trying to regain some semblance of control.

Hanni straightened up, her eyes cold and unyielding. "Then this recording won't go to the news, or the FBI. It'll go to your wife and your sixteen-year-old daughter." She watched him pale, then leaned forward, her voice lowering to a deadly whisper. "I know what it's like to feel threatened, Richard. So stop fucking with people's families, or I'll fuck with yours."

Richard's eyes were dark with fury as he glared at Hanni, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "I don't ever want to see you again," he snarled, his face contorting with a mix of anger and fear.

Hanni's expression remained stone cold, unflinching under his intense stare. She took a step closer, leaning over his desk, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. "You won't," she promised, her eyes boring into his. "But if you ever cross us again, if you ever even think about it, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable life."

Richard's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. "You think you can scare me?" he spat, his voice cracking. "You're just a couple of kids playing at being tough."