Her Deviant Husband

Chapter 8

Reyansh's pov

I leaned back, casually crossing one leg over the other, watching the sniveling bastard on the floor with something close to disgust.

"Unbelievable," I drawled, rolling my eyes. 

"I keep my side of the deal and make you the head of your family's shady empire, give you power, respect, and you turn around and get greedy like a rat? Tell me, were you born this stupid, or did it take years of practice?"

The guy was pale, stammering. 

"R-Reyansh, please, it was just a misunderstanding—"

I cut him off, tapping the gun in my hand against my knee. 

"I don't have misunderstandings. I have fuck-ups, and I deal with them." 

I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a deadly calm.
"You...  Are a fuck-up."

"Sir, please," he whimpered, dropping to his knees in front of me.
"It was... it was... the next Roy's heiress funding the thing. And... they offered more, I thought I could—"

"Stop talking," I dismissed his rambling, already bored with the excuses. 

"So, what, Athira Roy tosses you a bone, and you sell out everything I've done for you? You really are a scumbag with no loyalty to it's master."

"But what I truly find entertaining is that, you thought you'd get away with it? Hell, that's almost impressive."

I could feel Vihaan behind me, silently waiting for orders, but I didn't need backup. 

This rat was already sweating, practically praying for a miracle.
The fear in his eyes was almost too pathetic to keep watching.

Same old, Same old.

"You know what the worst part is?" I asked, leveling the gun at his head. 

"I expected something from trash." I scoffed, barely containing my disdain. 

"But, hey, mistakes are meant to be fixed."

Without hesitation, I squeezed the trigger, watching as the life drained from his eyes, his body collapsing in a lifeless heap. 

Silence filled the room, the acrid smell of gunpowder mixing with the metallic tang of blood. I sighed.

Leaning back and closing my eyes for a moment.

This is the second time these traitors mentioned the Roy's funding the business. 

Particularly, Athira. 

But what I had gathered from stalking her all this time is that she was not exactly responsible for funding something that big yet. 

Something wasn't adding up at all.

Was I looking for answers in the wrong place?

"Clean this up," I muttered to Vihaan, standing up and wiping the blood off my hand with my handkerchief before throwing it on the dead body.

While heading for the door. 

"And, Vihaan, next time we pick allies, let's make sure they have at least half a brain and more loyalty than a dog."

He nodded calmly and returned back to what he was tasked.

I made my way down to the club's main floor, adjusting my cuffs, the hint of blood still staining the collar of my black shirt. 

The music was loud, pulsing.

Tsk. So, noisy.

To think this is the VVIP floor and there are still so many pests around.