Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

"Since he was wearing a cap, I couldn't recognize him at first," Ahaad said, looking at the man he had just kicked to unconsciousness.

I stared at the man before glancing at Ahaad, "Let Hammad know we captured his man in my territory."

"And?" He asked, removing the brass knuckles he experimented on the captive to confirm the truth.

"And that I would be meeting Sir tomorrow to reveal who is stealing the money from the gang," I smirked, imagining his face going pale.

He could all act dangerous or extreme psycho, but the fear of his father was stronger than his whims. Ahaad mirrored my smirk in understanding. I don't casually leak my schedule. I wanted to lure Hammad and force him to come to me, if not begging, but with his tail between his legs. There is no greater intoxication than defeating your enemy.

There is one more. A voice inside me whispered before a memory of Adah's flushed face when she orgasmed flashed before me.

I had to push her image back. Her time is near, but for now, I want my entire focus to make Hammad my marionette and put a leash on him. I can't wait to see his expression when I compel him to accept defeat. Like me, my men were eager to witness the moment of bringing down the notorious Hammad Lala.

I didn't have to wait for long when in the evening, my security buzzed me on the arrival of Hammad and was seeking approval. I deliberately held him at the check and then again made him wait in the lobby for another hour, even though my schedule was clear for the entire day. He dared to infiltrate my fortress, the humiliation of waiting was the small price he could pay. I wouldn't have blinked to shoot him in his head for his audacity if he was not Sir's son.

I stood at the glass wall, overseeing the city, my city. Unlike Hammad, I was not given the top position in the gang as a birthright.

I fought for it.

I killed for it.

I bled for it.

That is when I earned the place. I might not be the heir to Sir, but my absence will weaken the gang's hold, and if provoked, I could get rid of any member with the information I have on them. That's why no one locked horns with me but dished out a plan to remove me behind my back, and Hammad was leading the faction. What they don't know is that I have ears and eyes on every activity of theirs. My men were already spying on my order, and they were unaware of it.

I smirked when my intercom buzzed with another call. I knew Hammad was restless and had been bothering my secretary to check with me again. Good that I left Osama with her. Hammad won't dare to rub the wrong side of him, knowing well he is a tenfold crazy bastard than him.

Once the ringing stopped, there was a knock on the door. I know who it was before he entered. Ahaad walked in with a smirk. Normally he schools his expression, but when it comes to Hammad, he can't hide his emotions.

"How many men did he bring?" I asked, looking at him over my shoulder.

"Two SUVs outside the premises since security didn't let them pass. He is accompanied by Shareek and is pacing like a caged lion," he replied, his smirk deepened.

"I want eyes on him. Every corridor that he walked here, every room he stayed in, and every action of his capture. the conference room should record his audio and video both. I don't trust that asshole even for a second. as for his security outside the building, round them. Let them know on whose territory they are on."

he shouldn't have messed with me in the first place by attacking my server. If not for him, I wouldn't have accused Adah. This mistake of his made it even more personal.

Three hours later, I sat in the conference room facing fuming Hammad, with Osama and Ahaad standing behind. Tareq was with the team who was recording the conversation.

"Welcome, brother. What made you visit me unannounced?"I asked deliberately to irk him more.

"You know why I came here, Aryan. Don't bullshit me," he sneered.

"You are in my territory. If I were you, I would watch out for my tone since I have a lot to lose here," I said, placing my forearm on the table and leaning.

"What do you want?" he forced the words out.

"what will I want from you?"

Hammad mirrored my gesture and leaned on the table, "what will it take to keep your mouth shut in front of the father?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about," I lied. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I wanted him to confess, and I could record this as proof for my future use.

A muscle in his jaw ticked, indicating he was on the verge of losing his composure.

"the money," he gritted his teeth before adding, "I stole from the gang. you have the proof of it. in return for your silence, what do you want."

I leaned back in my chair, "you stole the money to invest in the prostitution business even though Sir is against it."

"One. I want it gone."

"Two. never cross or interfere in my business."

as if slapped by an invisible hand, he was stunned. He thought I wouldn't know why he stole money right under his father's nose.

"I can't do that," he said, recovering from the shock.

"Then, by evening, Sir will have the evidence. Either way, you will lose. I'm still giving you a choice."

"You are not giving me a choice; you are blackmailing me," he roared, banging his fist on the table.

"What did I say about watching your tone?" I raised a brow challenging him.

"Okay, fine. but how can I be sure you will keep silent and not use the evidence later?" he rubbed his face and stared at me.

"The ball is in your court. You don't give me a reason to use it," I said, rising from the chair and buttoning my coat, followed by Ahaad and Osama.

"wait. I'm not finished," he stood too.

"but I'm. Time is money for me, and I already invested in you more than it's worth. Take care, brother," with that, I was out of the room even though Hammad kept calling me out.