King

'Reunion'

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They glanced behind to see Siddharth being held captive. A scene ample to puzzle them. "How is that even possible?" Words unintentionally escaped Faisal's mouth. "We thought he was behind all this kidnapping but now he himself is caught by these men. What is happening here?" Jai's eyebrow creased on the puzzled situation.

He was harshly pushed by one and ignored the insolent demenour. "What the hell is this?" Abhishek voiced out his question while others flashed him an interrogating expression.

He paid no heed to the question and entered inside pulling Avneet by his side. It seemed as if they were entering their own empire. A sudden change of aura and atmosphere could be easily sensed. The place no longer produced an eerie vibe rather emitting power and authority.

"Move!" Their captors commanded, pushing Daksh accidentally. As his mouth opened to rebuke once again. Abhishek rolled his eyes, "Not again! This bastard."

They stepped inside to meet a huge chamber. The black interior screamed aristocracy. A huge throne resided on the platform built at the end of the room. Men didn't waste time recognizing the mighty throne of the underworld. They considered themselves fortunate to be part of the upcoming scene.

The family strolled inside ending up in the middle of the room, huddled to each other. Women surrounded by the protective men. Siddharth deliberately moved to the end, almost fading in everyone's vision. The thoughts swirling in his devilish mind were hard to fathom for anyone. However, every beast is to be tamed by his beauty.

She raised her eyebrow at him, "You love to play games." The question rolled off her mouth in the form of a statement. "Do you blame me for it?" He asked naively with an innocent smile. "Your pig is to be blamed." She rolled her eyes sarcasm dripping in her words. "My lioness is!" He nuzzled his nose in the crook of her neck and she had to smack his head inorder to remind him they aren't alone.

Few mafia soldiers gathered escorting a half beaten man. His lips swollen red, his eyes black and a few limbs broken. After a couple of minutes Another cold looking man walked in standing beside the throne. A blanket of silence cloaked the room for a few minutes until Lucky appeared.

Seeing Lucky enter alone the cold man flashed him an interrogating look. He glanced behind but no one was seen. Turning back to the Lucky, "Luciano! Why are you alone? Where's King?" This alone was ample for everyone else to feel the tension in the environment. Some unaware of SN's identity began suspecting they would even live further. Whilst, rest focused on the term used for Lucky.

"Where is he, Luciano? Wasn't he with you and your Italian mafia elders?" He reiterated the question muddling up Lucky. "What are you saying, Brian? He left an hour ago after apprising me that he'd visit his office." The cold man, who they learned as Brian seemed alarmed by his words.

He stared at the another entrance where from, The Mafia King was supposed to enter. However, he was nowhere to be seen. Brian marched towards the security men guarding SN's cabin. "What are you doing here?" He bursted on them for leaving their job. "Sir!" Poor guards stuttered, their heads bowed. "What?" He hissed at them angrily. "We were ordered by the King to arrest the men trespassing in the area." They pointed behind Brian.

Brian angrily turned back. As if some ghost appeared before his eyes, his face lost its colour. There was SN, standing in all his glory. His face all cold and eyes devoid of any emotion.

Brian immediately bowed to SN perplexing everyone present there. While people aware of SN were bewildered to see the secrecy maintained, not even his men recognize their boss. Rest others, especially Aman and Daksh couldn't apprehend why an idle man was getting treated with so much of respect by none other than Mafia King's second in command. Brian gazed at SN as if asking for permission. "Drag them here!" He ordered after SN's nod and soldiers went rushing.