~~Samaira's PoV~~
I stood up with the file in my hands to leave the room. I need a plan to raise money. It has become expensive to hire investigators. They ask for half of your fortune.
I put my hand on the doorknob to twist, but I sensed someone was outside the room.
Fuck!
I should have chosen a public place for the meeting.
I carefully and very slowly removed my hand from the doorknob. I put the file in my handbag.
I took a rubber band and tied my hair. I loaded my gun and slid the knife into my shoe.
I held the gun in my left hand and hid it under the jacket.
It is not a good day to die, Samaira.
I unlocked the door and hid behind it. A man entered the room casually.
He took two steps inside the room and I held my gun to his head from behind.
"Turn around," I said, closing the door.
He was a bald, bulky man. Taller than me and had dark skin with a tattoo on his neck. A familiar tattoo.
I recognise him. He was my benefactor. The man whose face is carved in my nightmares as an angel.
An angel who works for the devil.
"What do you want?" I asked.
He might have saved me previously, but that doesn't mean anything to him. At the end of the day, he works for my father.
"Your father sent me," he said, raising his hands.
"So, my end is near," I said, pulling the slide back.
I will not go down without putting up a fight. I have been through a lot in my life to survive. It would mean nothing if I gave up.
"No, I am on a different business," he said.
I raised my eyebrows in accusation. I don't believe him.
"There have been movements seen from few people involved in the incident on the trip," he said.
He is talking about the night of my school trip. The night I was brought back into the reality of how cruel the world is. The night I was given an unforgettable gift. The burn scars.
"What does it have to do with me?" I questioned.
It has nothing to do with me at all. I came to terms with it. I am not going after anyone involved with what happened that night. What else is my father expecting from me?
"Your father wants to kill your brother and his wife?" He said.
I chuckled in amusement. I will never let him kill my brother. I took an oath to always protect him.
"I won't let that happen. The bullet in this gun will pierce my heart the next second his heart stops." I threatened him.
My father for sure wants me dead but he needs me alive as well. He could kill me with a snap of his finger but he isn't. He needs me alive for something and I will find out soon.
"Your father is aware of it. That is the reason he sent me to you," he said.
"What do you want?" I asked him. I pointed my gun at his forehead. I can not let my guard down.
"Your brother is snooping around a little too much. He is investigating the incident. You have a week to make it go away," he said and walked towards the door.
"Thank you." I never got the opportunity to convey my appreciation for his help. No matter on whose command he saved me, he did put in a lot of effort.
"Don't be grateful. I will be the reason for your death someday," he said coldly and left the room.
I let out a deep sigh of exhaustion.
Screw my life! Another day, another trouble.
I headed out of the room.
I need a plan, I need to give my brother a scapegoat.
I saw a card being slid inside the room from the space below the door.
I picked it up. It had a phone number. He needs proof. I don't think they will let him off the hook easily.
Fuck!
I need to contact Dark Weber again. I need his help.
~~Rishi's PoV~~
Where did she go?
Should I hack the car and find her location? That would be an invasion of privacy.
How much longer do I need to wait?
It was easier to wait for her when she was far from my reach, I knew she would eventually come to my side. But now that she is with me, there is this unknown fear. Fear that she might leave. If she disappears again, I will lose my mind.
"She is so cool. I like her," Rakshith said bringing me out of my thoughts.
I know. She is amazing.
"Why do you call her Sammy?" I asked him.
"She told me to call her Sammy. She felt old when I called her aunt," he said opening the jellies packet.
"You remember the game we used to play a lot," he questioned throwing a jelly into his mouth.
The game I created. It was my first successful design. I worked on that game for three years.
"Yes," I said.
How can I forget my first creation?
"She looks similar to one of the main characters," he said.
My eyes widened in shock. He could make out the resemblance. I hope he shuts his mouth in her presence.
I finished the game design because of her encouragement, so she deserved to be an irreparable part of it.
"I don't think so," I said, hoping he would give up the thought.
"Hmm. But I still believe she does look like her," he said, switching the cartoon channels on the television.
She will kill me. He needs to shut up if he doesn't want his favourite uncle to die.
"Do you want to have pizza?" I asked. Junk food is strictly limited in our house. So, he gets easily bribed with it.
"No, I am good," he said, laughing at something he saw in the cartoon.
I just hope she doesn't find out about the game. She will blow my head with a grenade.
I got a notification on my phone.
I smirked reading the text. It's time to have a little fun.
My thief is back.
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