Pyaar Once Again

XIV

To me family was everything .

I had always been taught to save who's a member of this family it doesn't matter if you like them or not . it is a blood and it is a saying that without family you are nothing.

From family I mean we are not a normal one . My family was a little wierd , we killed to live . We killed to earn . We killed to survive . We killed for our reputation. We killed any one who dared to cross our path . We are assassins . A family full of bloody assassins .

We laid low but ravishingly. Our souls were consumed with materialistic needs , we were greedy .

Some of my family members didn't care about morals - and I was the worst of that regard.

We were quite popular because no one knew how we looked , excluding Veer and Dev - gotta have a face for our business and no - fucking - body dared to mess with us . I am not saying this because of my ego that was overloaded. I was saying this because it was the truth .

But the word 'Family' confused some certain people , when we said family , we don't mean blood related - we were a family gang wise .

I pressed my foot against his throat with all might untill I heard the satisfying noise of his neck breaking.

The puddle in which now blood was mixing, reflected another man approaching me , I raised my right leg so the heel will hit him in the nose. Without turning around , I grabbed his collar and spun him . I snatched out the knife that was strapped to me and dug the blade in his chest , and twisted the handle . A sound left his lips and I chuckled lowly . My aim was for his heart , and the force had been precise . The blood was oozing out like a goddamn fountain. He wasn't giving me the satisfaction of hearing him scream , so I twisted the knife again and a gurgling sound was heard.

Seven down two more to go.

I looked at Armaan who had a girl at his gunpoint . He fired the gun and her brains and blood stained the white marble .

And just I was turning around , someone whacked my cheek . It didn't hurt much but it took me by surprise.
I wiped my blood from my lips , and looked at him. "Did you just slap me?"

"You are weak and nothing but a slut like your mother-"

I saw red .

Life was all about making decisions ; he had made the wrong one and now he was going to pay for it .

I tackled him to the ground , and sent a kick to his mouth ; few of his teeth hurtled out .
"SAY THAT AGAIN! I DIDN'T HEAR YOU!"

I pulled out a hammer from it's hiding space and swung it.

"You messed with the wrong bitch!"

The impact of the hammer was heavy due to my force , striking his skin and bones. The brute force of hammer was viciously pounding on him until he was dead . it was nothing like a sympathetic bullet which tore through the head . A bullet was clean and quick which had nothing savage like the scene the scene unfolding in front of me .

I was feeling the warmth of redness spluttering all over me and another great outfit perfectly ruined.

After a minute or what I guess , I slowed down. Turning my head I saw Armaan looking at me with amused eyes.

"Hey bhagwan!"
I snapped my head and saw Ada and my family standing there with their suitcases. "Hum abhi settle bhi nahi hue aur tune apna kaam karna shuru bhi kardiya!? Do you even know how hard it is to get the blood out of carpet!?" Shaheer answered for himself and I stared at him for a moment letting out a sigh.

"These Sanghani bitches." Aishwarya joined .

"Is my mascara running?" I asked her .

"No , you're good ."

"Do you guys hear it?" Veer looked around the hall .

"Hear what?"
Did I miss someone?

"Look who we have here."
I snapped my head towards the sound of footsteps. Fuck . Fuck. My eyes widened and I gasped in horror the minute our eyes met . How the fuck did he manage to enter our house? Alex had Nischay's hands behind his back.

"He was hiding outside- I think he's one of the Sanghanis-"

I held one hand up and Alex stopped.
I took a purposeful step towards him, his eyes held fear . He was waiting for me to speak , instead my silence only furthered .

"He's not a Sanghani . They don't hire such a weak looking men." Maya said easily - she always paid more attention to the things they did meaning she was the eyes .

I moved through the mess and walked to the kitchen. I fumbled with the tap and rinsed the blood from my hands .
"What did you see?" i began to attempt scrubbing my tainted skin , and waited for his answer . I was trying my hardest to get the blood out of my hands but wasn't succeeding and Nischay didn't answering wasn't helping the situation either .

"What . Did . You . See?" I splashed the water on my face , my voice louder and dangerously calm as I watched the bloodied water disappear down the sink .

"The drugs .."

He was indicating to the cocaine kept on the table.

After the offer last night , thankfully Armaan had tracked me and picked me from the crappy road . Only Armaan knew how Nischay looked but still wasn't saying something.

I reappeared in front of him and Armaan pushed the knife towards me , the one I had set down on the counter before replacing it by the hammer.

The blood was still on my hands and there was no use of scrubbing it off when they would only get bloodied again.