Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

I needed to talk with Osama and Tareq about the casualties and to know if we could catch anyone alive, but this girl wrapped herself around me. I don't understand why my rational side chose this time to walk away instead of waking me up from my reverie.

Osama looked like he was choking in blood when I carried her in my arms. Before tonight, I never knew I had so many fucktards working under me. Not only him but Tareq, who came as a backup as soon as he knew about the attack, froze in his spot. Good for him; he didn't utter a word and waited for me outside the room.

I brought her to another bedroom and laid her. I kept stroking her head to relax her tensed form and with my body warmth and the exhaustion, she drifted into sleep. Covering her with the sheet, I slid out of bed. Grabbing a fresh t-shirt, I came out of the room to visit the basement that was now serving as an interrogation room.

I saw Tareq waiting patiently outside the room.

"Any casualties?" I asked, rubbing my throbbing temple.

"Those cowards attacked the servant quarters too, tw—"

I cut in Tareq, "Where is Amma?"

"She was not injured, but two maids were killed. We have kept the remaining safe inside the gym. The doctor is on the way to treat the injured."

I felt relief knowing Amma was safe. So far, she was the only woman whom I came to trust and care for to an extent. Although I don't feel the same for rest, those maids were working for me and it was my obligation to honor the loss.

"Compensate their families. Any survivors?" I asked. A strong smell of blood hit me as soon as I opened the basement door.

"Osama is interrogating them," he said in a disapproving tone.

While Osama was reckless and hot-headed, Tareq was the complete opposite of him. He never approved of his method to extract information; for him, it was inhumane, but for Osama, it was what he calls fun. I'm sure at the moment, he was the happiest of all to demonstrate the new method he created to torture our enemy.

Tareq was giving veiled glances all the way, "What?"

I know what he was going to ask, "The girl. Who is she?"

"She is none of your business."

"She..." he trailed in contemplation but added quickly when I glared at him, "she is a witness. She could be a problem in the future.

"She is mine."

I said what he wanted to hear. Adah had witnessed a lot about us already, and I was not in any mood to let go of her. Not when I haven't claimed that small body of hers. If not for the attack, she would have been screaming my name just the way I wanted her to.

But that girl. She was too pure. How did she end up with me?

Lost in thoughts, I reached the interrogation room. As expected, mangled bodies lay on the ground.

"I just left 10 mins before, and you ended up doing this?" Tareq clenched his jaw, looking at the mess Osama had created.

"Well, they asked for it," that crazy bastard replied with a shrug.

"Yo—"

I interrupted Tareq. "Enough, both of you. Tell me what you got?"

"You were right. Rafi had given them the blueprint of the mansion and the security details. Wang wants to financially hit the Pathan gang and knowing you are the mastermind behind the heavy cash flow, he wants to get rid of you." Osama replied, smirking at Tareq clearly to provoke him.