Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Anger!

That was all I felt at that time, and I decided to distance myself from Adah lest I end up hurting her in my rage. I stay locked up in my study working on a new ammunition deal with Al-Zein—so much for the long-awaited vacation I had planned instead of working. I had to distract myself, or the beast inside me would come out and stamp everything or everyone. And what could be the best distractor than work?

I didn't stop there. After jotting down my reviews, I emailed them to Ahaad, who missed no time to call back. As good as he was reading the room, he understood my one-word replies to his call and, fortunately, didn't bother me further. After Hammad infiltrated my company, I was thinking of means to amp up the security so that there won't be a second time.

Although I have put Hammad on a leash, I know he isn't the one to back down. He will retaliate, but the perk of setting the game was that you would be one step ahead of your enemy. Hammad hadn't realized he had fallen into my game, and I was not one but ten steps ahead of his tiny brain. I made Jahanzeb follow him like a hawk and report his everyday activity to me.

After that day in his house, he seemed to have picked himself up. However, his earlier craze for blood and violence seemed to fade. Not that it was any of my concern unless he do things he is good at. What happens to him or his whore was not my business.

Matt tried to get me out of the study, but I insisted on having lunch or dinner alone. If it was any other time, I would have called for a whore to vent to anger or kill people, neither of which I could do on the island. Maybe a training session with Osama or Tareq would have helped, but Tareq was taking care of the hotel, and Osama holed himself in his room in the outhouse. I could swear he somehow learned of my sour mood and had been avoiding me on the pretense of patrolling the security perimeter.

My rage shimmered at the slow burning of her words and the fact that I slept in my study to avoid doing something to Adah in the night. I had to vent it out before it took a toll on me, and with Adah around me, I couldn't take the risk, although she was the reason for my anger. Fucking and killing were out of the question, as the only people around me were Adah, Matt, and June, whom I couldn't hurt. The only option left was to hit the gym before I did something I regretted later, and with that thought, I headed to the gym first thing in the morning.

Now that there was no work to distract me, her words rang in my mind; because they are devils who only know how to use people for their benefit, what will they know about family or love?

I started attacking the punching bag ferociously while Adah's words and that accusing stare didn't leave my mind. The harder the punch, the more her face was zooming in my mind.

Devil!

She thinks I'm a beast who doesn't know what family or love is. That's what she thought of me. I should have fucked her that night and gotten over the shit instead of being called a devil.

I started kicking the bag when it was clear that my anger wouldn't be subsided by mere punching. Irked, I removed my gloves and started the session again. I need pain. I need something that will extinguish the burn inside me at her accusation. This was the first time she had dared to retort and show her resistance, but more than that, her words ripped the old wounds that I had been successfully hiding for 13 fucking years. She was not the first and will not be the last to call me a monster or a devil. Then why? Why do I feel anxious to explain it to her. to improvise my image in her eyes.

Without the gloves, my knuckles were already bruised; however, I was least bothered. A dry chuckle escaped my throat when I remembered her talking about love. She was questioning me about love when one of her kind ripped my heart and played with me in the name of love.