"He brought me here for a night."
"Please, I swear on Dad, I will not reveal anything."
She was getting on to my nerves with her pretense. Let's do it her way then and end this shit.
"Okay, I will let you go." The moment I said, from the corner of my eyes, I saw a few of my men share a look.
No outsider has ever left this dungeon alive. They slowly retreated and stood at the corners, knowing my patience was out. She looked at my retreating men and then at me like a deer caught in the trap. If possible, she shrinks deeper into the corner with her hands still folded in begging. I was distracted for a moment when my gaze fell on her hands and then on legs. What exactly is she? Earlier, when she was escaping, I couldn't have a good look at her but now what I see is a girl whose hands and feet were covered in henna, wearing a thin black saree that only made her complexion stand out more. On top of that, her reddened cheek, where Jahanzeb hit her earlier, made her look pitiful. If I were the old Aryan Abdullah, I would have fallen for her innocence.
"You answer my question, and I will let you go."
I know for sure, it was her in that building, I could never forget that smell, and suddenly I saw her in my hideout. Can it be a coincidence? Tomorrow I already have many things planned out, and I can't afford to give one more day to Wang or RedWa.
What she said about John or client or why Jahanzeb was restless in his spot, glaring at this girl, something tells me was connected. I knew this fucker was up to something, and that's why instead of going to the cabin, I followed them here only to see the girl escaping while he was thrashing one of the men I asked to guard the girl.
But still, I could never strike off that possibility of her working for Wang, and the only way to confirm was to bring this John for interrogation. When I ordered Ahaad to get him here, I saw Jahanzeb's face drained of its color. Guess I was closer to solving another mystery that was going on behind my back.
I looked at the girl again.
"What's your age?" Just like that, the question plaguing my mind, I blurted out without giving a second thought.
She was looking at me in skepticism, fear marring her swollen face. The more I walked towards her, the more she drew her knees closer to her chest and craned her neck not to break her gaze. Her body was shaking like a leaf while her chest heaved with rapid breathing. As soon as I crouched down to her level, she grabbed her knees with her trembling hands. With her petite body and henna, she looked like a virgin bride ready to be claimed.
I raised my eyes and looked deep into her grey eyes with scrutiny. Something was off about this girl; her clothes said something, but her body language told a different story.
"What's your name?"I asked, tilting my head, contemplating.
I haven't come across an escort like her. I have a fair share of call girls whenever I want to vent my anger. Yes, I hate women, but I'm not a saint who doesn't have sexual needs. I fuck them and throw them out like trash the way they do. Besides killing, fucking is the only way to recede my burning rage.
She was still looking at me with those puppy eyes that, for a moment, just for a moment, I felt like believing her innocence. I mentally slapped myself for having such a thought and straightened up, immediately pulling out my gun. I know what will make her talk. Her widened eyes didn't cease to stare at the gun while her lips opened and closed like a fish, but no voice came out of her throat.
Bam! I fired a shot in annoyance.
She let out a continuous scream shielding her face with her palms, and soon it was lost in the raves of laughter around me. I aimed just an inch beside her which was enough to make her talk.
"What's your name?" I asked her, to which she immediately replied in a shaky voice peeking through the gap between her fingers, "Adah."
"age?" I motioned her to drop her hands with my gun.
"twe....twenty." Obliging my silent threat, she curled her fingers but kept her fisted palm closer to her chin.
"What were you doing in that building?"
She blinked and looked baffled. Slowly I saw recognition flashing in her eyes.
"You....you..that monster," she whispered, lost in dread but soon realized her mistake. She covered her mouth and shook her head.
"You got your memory back, I see. Who sent you there?"
"I...no..." she stammered, gulping in fear.
I narrowed my eyes at her hesitation. Even if, for argument's sake, I assume she was a call girl, then what was she doing at a deserted building? She won't be meeting a client there. I was sleep-deprived and was infuriated at how the day was going. I couldn't care less and was about to grab her throat to get my answers when I heard footsteps followed by yelling.
Soon Ahaad came, dragging a tall and scared-looking man with a thick gold chain around his neck wearing a disgusting red jacket.
That was quick.
"I found him in the graveyard hovering an abandoned car," he said, throwing him on the ground making him grunt.
What surprised me was how the girl was looking at John with hope. "John, please save me."
"Si...sir, I don't know her—" John started trying to crawl towards me only to be stopped by Ahaad.
"John," she called him again in disbelief.
"Shut up, you whore. It's your fault." he snarled at her, and before I could think, I punched him on his face, knocking him to the ground.
"When I tell you to talk, you talk. Who are you? Why did you get her here?" I asked John, pointing towards her.
When he didn't answer, Ahaad stuck him back in his head.
"I'm a pimp. I was minding my business. I swear, other than that, I don't know anything," he replied hastily. I noticed him giving veiled glances to Jahanzeb, who was hell-bent on avoiding.
I should have known. This fucktard could never go a night without a fuck. I never meddle in anyone's life, but my rules were clear. Never mix personal and professional life. No one was allowed to bring any attention to our hideouts or our mafia business. Already things were critical with police investigating me for my ties with the mafia, and this asshole was careless enough to let a pimp near the warehouse.
Pimps and prostitutes easily work for anyone for money. That explains how this girl ended up in both the places I went to today. This girl and John might also be working for Wang, and like a fucking idiot, Jahanzeb fell into their trap.
"Jahanzeb, you asshole," I grabbed him by his shirt.
At 6.3, he was a good two-inch taller than me, but my rage reached its limit.
"Bos—"
Before he could utter a word, I stuck him at his throat with the back of my gun. I don't want to hear this son of a bitch and his excuses.
"You fucking idiot. My rules were clear, yet you brought a slut and pimp to my place. My place, you know I fucking hate women, and you dare." I kicked his groin. If only he could have controlled it, he wouldn't have seen this day.
"Boss. Please—" I shot his leg.
"Seems like you have a death wish—"
A shriek cut me in, and I halted in my action. I turned around to see the girl whimpering in the corner. If earlier she looked frightened, then seeing me shoot someone only made her look blanch.
It's her fault that she crossed my path not once but twice. Her soul will regret in hell for even thinking of selling my information. I smirked, making her shudder violently.
"I.....please.....I....want....home," she stammered, followed by a hiccup.
"Now, as I said before, I can let you go," I said that only made her stop breathing, "But on one condition."
"What...what..?"
"Come here."
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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,"...
