Attraction

CHAPTER 4

Their steps began to retreat back while he kept on pointing his gun towards them.

"Stop there," he said quietly, his eyes stern but they didn't stop, rather continued their slow steps, backward.

"Who are you?" he asked, moving forward toward them and they again went back, their eyes widened with horror, though they themselves have a gun but still they looked scared.

"And why were you running after this girl?" he questioned, cocking his brow up.

"She... she ran away,"

"Who is she to you?"

"Our... cou..usin. She ran away from... the wedding," the man stuttered. He knew who was standing infront of him. He wasn't an ordinary man. Even their boss would shiver if his name was taken infront of him.

He wasn't so nice to his enemies.

"You're lying," he stated plainly.

"We're n..not,"

"Oh I see."

"Ca..n we ta..ke the girl?"

"Yes,You can take the girl," he said. His voice was quiet and for a moment they didn't believe it, he was letting them go so easily.

"Thank you sir," one of them said and moved towards the lying body of Roshanay, all the while his eyes were set on Moosa, who gave him a smile. A creepy smile. Not reaching his eyes. But the man was too blinded by haste to notice it.

He took her body in his arms and they again thanked him, turning around and hurriedly began to move the opposite direction while he just kept staring at their backs, a smile creeping up on his face. His hands joined behind his back, as he held his gun with right hand.

They would have taken just a few steps away from him when they heard his voice behind them.

"COME OUT!" he shouted and with that dozens of men came out of the forest surrounding those three. Horror etched their faces and they looked around surrounding by gazillions of armed men.

And before they knew , three shots were fired, each penetrating their backs and strucking in their right lungs, which made them fall on their knees. He walked towards them, now standing infront of those three and before the girl could fell down from the hands of the man who were carrying her, he forwarded his arms and took her in his arms.

He looked straight in their eyes. Fear. Fear was what he witnessed it.

"What do you prefer, an easy death or a non easy death?" he asked them, the girl's fainted body in his arms, while his right hand still held the gun.

"Easy. Ple....ase ea..sy death,"

He just nodded his head, a badass smirk playing on his lips.

"Khaan!" he shouted and with that a man came running towards him, immediately. His hands bounded infront of him as he looked respectfully towards him.

"Yes sir?" he asked, his voice tremulous.

"Smash their faces with a shovel until they die,"

"Yes sir"

"Enjoy your easy death," he told them and moved towards his SUV, carrying the girl in his arms.

"No please! No leave us!" he heard them begging but he didn't give a fuck.

To him, it was an easy death for them otherwise how horrendous his ways could be, even he himself can't imagine. It felt like, he becomes creative person while torturing people but he turned this side on sometimes. It wasn't like his everyday work was to torture people to the brink of death and not letting them die. When the situation wouldn't get under controlled by his men, that's when he would step in and the victim would just pray then, he had uttered the information before.