A tremor of dread slid through him as he heard Hans’s words. “Hans, if you touch a single hair on her head, I will cut your mother fucking balls, and I will shove it down your fucking throat” he squeezed his phone, cracking the edges and growling into it only to receive an amusing chuckle from the other end.“Tick tock, son, tick-tock,” Hans snorted, “I heard she is carrying your child, the hair of French mafia in my hands. Who would have imagined,” Hans was amused to have Azazel where he wanted.“You fucking bastard, if you dare hurt her or my baby. I am telling you, I will rain hellfire on you, and Germany will burn,” he was full of hell’s fury.“Oh. Come on, Azazel. Now let me have some fun with my granddaughter and great-grandchild,” Hans gave a throaty chuckle.“If you are a man, don’t fucking touch her,” Azazel yelled, hanging up. Hans, too hung up and turned around.“Why didn’t you make him pay, boss? Make him run in circles to find her? Why did you give away our location?” Rus
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