Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Warning: Mature scene. 

"Next time Shariq dares to enter my mansion, shoot his legs."

"The guards recognized him from the gang. That's why they didn't stop him at the entry," Tareq said, staring in the direction Shariq left.

"What did he want anyway?" he asked.

I knew the moment I didn't find Shariq last night he would try to make an excuse to visit my mansion. Deliberately. Thinking he could meet Adah. The shadow I saw the previous night rounding the corner definitely has to be him; otherwise, who else will reveal to Adah that her family hadn't returned to their home since our wedding.

Except for Ahaad, no one else knew.

"Adah is not in the right state after last night," I stated instead.

Understanding my intent, he nodded and left the foyer towards her room. I was exhausted and sexually frustrated. I craved Adah, and I knew I could have her. But I don't want her to hate herself for giving in to her desire for me and then punish herself in any way. Knowing her, she would only call herself a loose woman for enjoying sex with her abductor. And now that she came to know I have her family, she would rather believe I raped her than recognize her carnal pleasure.

I entered the dining room and was about to sit on my chair when Tareq called on my phone. I frowned at the absurdity of his action, but I did answer the call.

"Adah is gone." The moment I heard him say, my eyes immediately looked out through the windows towards the driveway.

"The maid who brought the breakfast is in Adah's clothes, unconscious inside the bathroom."

I stilled in my place when the realization hit me. "The guards are searching the mansion, and I'm on the way to the surveillance room."

They will not find her because she is not in the fucking mansion.

"Get to the fucking car. Now!" I roared, running towards the door.

For the first time in thirteen years, an emotion akin to fear gripped me, and it was not for me. The only car that exited the mansion was Shariq's. He wanted Adah, and luck seemed to be in his favor to present an opportunity before him with Adah escaping in his fucking car.

Running to the foyer, I unlocked the locker hidden behind the modern art painting and grabbed my Glock and submachine, ready to go to war if he touched a single strand of hers. Hitting the emergency button beside the locker, alerting my guards to prepare the convoy. I checked for an extra magazine, tucked my Glock on the back of my slack, and held my submachine in my left hand, descending the mansion's steps.

Jogging to the parked Land Rover, I barked orders, "Stop Shariq's car at any cost."

Tareq was quick enough to jump on the passenger seat while I took control of the steering, tossing the extra weapon I carried on the dashboard.

"You know where she is?" he asked, checking his revolver and the military knives hidden in the inner pockets of his jacket.

"She escaped in Shariq's car."

I didn't elaborate, nor did he probe further, knowing me well. Putting the car into motion, I hit the accelerator and drove, trying and failing to rein in my fury. For the first time, I was clueless. It was more than a few minutes since he left, and I didn't even know the situation she was in. I hated to lose control, and in my current state, my rationality was clouded by anxiety.

I don't know if he had taken her to his house or directly to Hammad. If Hammad got hold of her, he wouldn't blink his eyes before selling her to any of his foreign clients just to get back at me or, worse, make her his personal whore.