Chapter 6 Adah

Adah

I halted in the track when I witnessed a partially opened door and peek inside to what was happening. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw a man was lying on the floor, and the next moment, another man hovered over him and slit his throat, saying, "Traitor." I couldn't help but let out a scream seeing the blooding oozing from his throat, and he was thrashing his body.

When my sense was back, I ran, hearing their hurried steps. Running for my dear life, I didn't stop or halt in the track. I just ran; I know if they catch me, I will be murder the same way that man was murdered. Human instinct won't let you think of secondary thought. The only thought that it enables you to feel is survival. Not knowing my way out of that gigantic mansion, I took many unknown turns, and finally, I saw the familiar grand staircase John had made me walk me through.

This saree made it difficult for me to run, and I did the only thing that came to mind, I raised it a little so that my legs were free to run. I almost reached the main door when I heard a gunshot, and I covered my ear, screaming my lungs out. I turned around quickly to see if anyone was following me, and when I turned my face back to glance ahead, I bumped into a hard wall.

Through my blurry eyes, I saw only a pair of deep black iris staring at me with fury while my lungs were burning with the lack of oxygen. When another gunshot was heard, I quickly grabbed his hand and tried to drag him out of the mansion. What was he doing at a dangerous place like that?

"Run," I screamed at him, to which he only looked at her with the same disgust and hatred.

What is wrong with him?

I quickly grabbed his hand using both palms, and before I could take him along with me, the men from whom I was running away was approaching us with voracious steps. I moved closer to the man, still clutching his arms with her palms and looking round in fright. My lips and chin quiver, realizing my end was near, and by now, my face was covered in tears and sweat. What will people think when my body would be found in a revealing saree like a cheap escort at a strange place?

What will my family think? Dad, no, I had to escape from here. This thought was enough to ignite the survival fire, and I let go of the man's arm to run, however to my horror, he seemed to guess my intent and harshly grab my wrist. He didn't run as he was supposed to, and now he was a coward enough to drag me along with him towards the end. Out of anger, I bit his forearm with all my energy.

Apart from the hissing sound, there was no other reaction from him. He didn't even bother to stop me and was glaring at the men surrounding them. The realization hit me when I saw all the dangerous men lowering their heads and guns. Was it in respect or fear?

"Who was it?" his cold and heavy voice resonating in the eerie silence, sending a shudder on hearing his voice. I feel my heart would anytime rip out of my chest.

"I will not repeat," he said, but his voice was void of any emotions. If I had not seen the anger in his eyes a few seconds ago, I would have believed that man was void of emotions from his voice.

Two hulks of men stepped out of the group, and she noticed them visibly tremble with his glare. He faced me with the same hatred and, without warning, fist my hair harshly with a snarl.

"You know I hate women. How did she enter my mansion?"

I winced and closed my eyes when he tightened his hold over my hair. I raised my hands to pry his grip burning my scalp with force while I prayed inwardly to God to save me from the inevitable.

"Handle her. I don't want a drop of her blood in my mansion," he said, throwing me on the ground with force.

I never in my scariest dream thought my life would end brutally.

Aryan

It has been two days since I slept properly. Last night was a disaster, and I knew sooner or later it would backfire on us. If not for the ambulance siren, I would have got all the fucktards, and my men would have dragged them into the mansion for interrogation. That fucking Cachiros think they can intrude into my city and plan to sign an ammunition deal behind my back.

One thing I hate the most is betrayal; there is no mercy for betrayers. Whatever I'm is the result of one betrayal that has ruined my everything.

This was the first time my cover was almost blown, and Sir was not happy about it. I, myself, was frustrated at my recklessness. From where the hell that ambulance came, I don't understand.

It was a simple plan, corner the Cachiros assholes and then abduct them for interrogation; however, I wasn't prepared for the distraction because of that one ambulance, and they fired at us. In retaliation, I had to fire back, and they all ended up dead. None lived for further interrogation. We had traitors in our Pathan gang, and I hate traitors. Punishing them gives me sheer pleasure, and it calms down the years-old burning rage inside me.

Aryan Abdullah, once upon a time a promising medical graduate and now nothing but a cold-faced businessman. As long as I get money, no business is legal or illegal for me. The medical student's journey to an aloof businessman went through a painful history, and the only thing that kept me alive was to return the favor to Sir for helping me when I needed it the most. I don't fear death; in fact, I wish the end would come to me sooner than it was planned so that I would be free from this two-faced world.

I was tired and wanted to rest before heading out for our next drug deal with the RedWan clan from Thailand. Except for prostitution Sir, Abd-ur-Rauf Lala was into all illegal business, and as his right hand, I represented the Pathan gang in all international deals. I still don't understand what he saw in me that day that he decided to make me his right hand, causing an uproar among the gang. The very reason was, I was a commoner, a studious boy who had no connection with the mafia ever.

I was still in thought when the mansion came into my sight. Ahad, my driver cum bodyguard, opened the car door for me, and I was on my way when something bumped into me. Her misty eyes and fearful face cause my rage to increase tenfold.

What the hell was a woman doing in my mansion? I had to have an excellent ass-kicking, hearty talk with the guards who were assigned for that hour.