"One of them is still alive," one of my men informed me as soon as I descended the building.
"Take him to our warehouse and ask Jahanzeb to interrogate him," I ordered and left for my hotel. I sometimes wonder if torturing someone gives him hard-on with the way his eyes whenever he interrogates anyone.
Since the gunshots were audible even to a person at a distance, I decided not to clear the crime scene as per usual. There was no point in hiding something that had already grabbed unwanted attention, and if the police couldn't find even a single body, they would be more suspicious.
I know Osama was pro in wiping off any traces of us left at the crime scene. I had more critical concerns to worry about at the moment. As soon as my hotel came into view, I saw Tareq awaiting my arrival at the hotel's backdoor. If he was here waiting for me, then the shoot-out had created a bigger mess than I anticipated. He is a quick thinker and a great analyst. While Osama was good at cleaning any evidence, Tareq provided a tactical solution to any situation.
"I have put the change of suit in your office," he said, giving my soiled suit a once over.
"Our informer said the police would be here in 10 minutes which gives you five minutes to change," he started as soon as I was beside him.
I half jogged, half walked to my office.
My men were my greatest strength and the reason why no one except one dared to mess with me. They were my eyes and ears. My invincible network made me the powerful billionaire I'm right now. They had my back and vice versa.
"You were in a meeting with our housekeeping managers when you heard the shoot-out. You were busy making sure our elite clients, including the Saudi minister, were safe. Witnesses have already been brief, and even if the police interrogate them, they would say the same," he briefed me before heading towards the CCTV room. I know he was making sure to delete any video evidence of me leaving or entering the hotel.
As we anticipated, there was a knock on my office door before a group of one police officer, and two constables entered. Like the law-abiding citizen, I'm known as, I fully cooperated in their investigation with a promise of informing the police of anything suspicious in the near future.
It has been two days since I slept properly. That fucking RedWa thinks 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.
As I escorted the police officer out, my phone rang with Sir's name flashing on the screen.
"Sir," I answered on the second ring.
"What's happening, Aryan?"
This was the first time my cover was almost blown, and Sir was unhappy about it. I, myself, was frustrated at my recklessness when my name was flashing in every damn news channel under suspicion.
"I'm working on it, Sir. I will make sure it never happens again," I replied honestly.
I'm sure the news about moles in our gangs would have reached Sir, and it was done by none other than Hamad, Sir's elder son. He never leaves a chance to bring me down before Sir. However, my entire focus was more on wiping out the traitors from the gang. I despise traitors. Punishing them gives me sheer pleasure, and it calms down the years-old burning rage inside me.
"I know that you will make sure. But you are my best man, and even the best man needs rest. After this is over, I want you to take a break for some time," Sir ordered.
"As you wish. I will report to you in two days," I said. Hammad can try all the tricks up his sleeve, but I don't need to be present to know what he is up to. I have my eyes and ears everywhere.
There was no guess that Hamad had instigated Sir, citing concern for me. He wants me out so that he can run the prostitution racket he is hiding from his father.
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.
Aryan Abdullah, once upon a time a promising medical graduate and now nothing but a cold-blooded businessman. I run a chain of hotels across the continent along with many import and export businesses. I convert the black money from the illegal deals into white via my company. It also serves the purpose of transporting ammunition to our overseas clients.
However, I'm more known as a 33-years-old successful hotelier who established my hold in the hotel industry in mere three years. Although being a hotelier is a facade, it does great help in hiding my identity as a mafia man as well as in entertaining our clients. Mafia men are paranoid about their security. The reason for our strong credibility and hold in south Asia is our zeal to provide them a safe house in the form of our hotels.
As long as I get money, no business is legal or illegal for me. The journey from a medical student 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.
After hanging up the phone, I head towards my cabin. I was undergoing a pending deal when RedWa created the whole mess with Mahmoud Al- Zein. it only puts me behind my schedule, something I don't like. Jahanzeb would do the job of making the Wang's man talk by the time I reach the warehouse. Time is money and every second of mine is precious. I decided to complete the pending tasks I had lined up in my schedule before I head out to listen to what Jahanzeb was able to retrieve from the prisoner.
While I went through the files, a sudden thought popped up in my mind, making me lean back in my chair to ponder. I smirked when the thought turned into a full-fledged plan, and that required the end of Wang's life. He was the mastermind behind the RedWa intrusion in my territory. With him gone, RedWa will also lose their opportunity to pounce on the Pathan gang. Killing two birds with one stone.
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Aryan's Lethal Obsession
Romance"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No,"...
