Right One

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨

A/n pov

In a big spacious living room, a few men sat on the plush leather sofa, across of it, stood there a tall man with broad back, facing the wall in front of him, grey-ish black, adorned with abstract paintings and some other paintings that might look meaningless to others but only a few can understand the hidden meaning behind the pictures.

A big chandelier hung above them, illuminating soft light, the place looking more scary than ever.

However, as spacious it looked, it didn't had anything that would make the place cozy, or a home.

It was just a house, void any emotions. Or atleast that's what people thought.

The place was quite. Too quite, anyone would mistake for the house to be empty, without any trace of a living thing inside. Only the soft breathings and sighs could be heard. Soon, the silence was broken by none other than the tall man who was standing in front of the wall.

"It was not in the plan."

Someone else, who was sitting between a few others on the sofa,  sighed, and nodded. "It wasn't but we can't just sit back and watch as he breaks into our place—"

"Oh please! As if he already hadn't! You're forgetting two of our men— three actually, are now in his hands! Two of them are dead! And about the other one? We have no idea about what happened to him. Neal is dead, Kris is dead too— not that we care about him, he betrayed us, played us. And Daniel? We have no idea about him. Where he went, what happened to him, if he's alive or no. Nothing. No idea. And how? V broke into our house, that's how. And you say, 'we do something before he breaks in'?  Have some shame Jake!" Another person, who was sitting just beside the said man 'Jack', said loudly, earning everyone's attention on him.

The tall man snickered and turned to face them, "Jake, Noah, behave. You don't fight between yourselves. I understand you're siblings, but that doesn't mean you'll fight eachother at every chance you get. You heard me? Yeah. Good."

"But sir-" Noah started but pursued his lips back when he noticed the dark gaze on him.

"All of us had thought he will target you both, because the first attack had been about business only. The hunt was personal. Yes. But the shipments, The garage, they both had been about all business. Which forced us to believe he's targetting our business class people, and we have protection to you both along with other trusted men.

But bad played his tricks on us again. He distracted us by making us believe he's gonna target the legal business while in truth his main target was harm our underground business. He took down both of our most trusted men in underground! He could've just killed both of you, but he didn't. Why? Because i will get a chance to press charges against him, or atleast file a FIR, but as I'm keeping my underground business hidden, he's targetting it. Okay. I get it. His next target is going to be our illegal activities." The tall man nodded to himself and spoke. As if telling all that to his own self, talking to himself.

Getting confused, Jake stood up from the plush sofa and looked over to Willson, another man from their gang who is more of an advisor, "How can we be so sure sir?"

The question wasn't absurd.

It had sense, it made sense. And to Jake's own wonder, Noah stood beside him, nodding firmly, a silent agreement to Jake's question.

The tall man straightened and cleared his throat before talking and answering them, because when both Noah and Jake agreed on a same thing, it had to be a crucial matter, a very important one. It left no room for argument or disagreement. It was decided the moment they both agree on something.