Sultana's Sultan

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ASIF POV

The screams for forgiveness echoed in my ears, like a beautiful melody of water flowing in the lake. The white tiled floor was covered in crimson blood, flowing from the fingers of the person's body whom I tortured. I should be disturbed by the sight of it, but it just gives me a thrill. I actually feel bad for the guy, but dogs like him are hard to find, like those who are tortured but stay loyal to their owner. It's just so fun to break them and to see them break. I enjoyed playing with him, but I guess this is the end.

...BANG... BANG... BANG...
...BANG... BANG... BANG...

All six from six bullets in his head, stomach, kidney, legs, and ribs.

Three seconds. It took just three seconds to end his life. He could have stopped it if he was a wise man, but he wasn't, so now he is laying on the ground. He got what he wanted, his forgiveness. I granted it to him.

"Clean it up," I ordered the servant and went to take a shower.

I took off my shirt. My upper part of the body was full of scars, but not ugly. It refined my body, giving it a good look. Well, I am also covered in blood-well, not my blood, but blood. I washed it up and took a quick shower.

...

As I came, wearing a black suit and a wristwatch, I saw everything cleaned and in its place like no torture had taken place in this very basement. Well, not surprised. I have employed a highly elite team for cleanliness for this very work.

"I got hot and deadly news. Guess what it is?"

Kabir just came from the damned window that I told him not to, more than freaking millions of times. This basement is highly protected with the highest computer intelligence, but I have forgotten that the one who made this highest intelligence is Kabir, as the first best hacker in the world. But that doesn't allow him to enter my basement through a freaking window! There's a door that someone created for a reason.

I let it slide. Anyway, I am his best friend-that's what he says, but for me, he is one of the few people I can tolerate.

"And what is it? If you want me to guess, I might as well just stop giving you holidays," I said lazily.

"It's a meeting of the person you are head over heels for," he said teasingly.

Fucking bastard. I am head over heels for no one.

"Spit it out," I said, narrowing my eyes.

"The Khans' meeting. They are doing a meeting against you," he said with a smirk.

My face became expressionless. As always, I don't care whether they have a meeting or a funeral. For the latter part, I am sure I'll be the one sending the body.

"And why do I care?" I said, not interested.

"They are gonna announce who is the Mafia Queen and the plot to kill you, of course," he said, looking at his wristwatch as if waiting for the hour hand to reach a certain number.

I was not interested before, but I am now. Mafia Queen is a title worth the same as my title as Mafia King. I don't know who the Mafia Queen is, but I am sure it's one of the daughters of that Khan.

"So, what's your plan?" he asked, excited and amusingly.

"I guess we'll have to pay them a visit, to congratulate, of course," I said while getting up.

"Let's go. Can't have them waiting for long," I added.

"Let's go. It'll be our pleasure to give them a greeting," Kabir said, getting up too.