VENDETTA: Destructive Love

Chapter XII

CHAPTER XII

-"TAKE HIM TO THE PRIVATE WING ASAP!" Oussama roared.

Khaled got taken away as Ezra approached Oussama.

-"Oussama? What's going on with Khaled, why is he looking like that?" Ezra asked in a broken voice.

-"You son of a bit**! It's not the moment to be weak! He needs us to be strong, we are not some damsel in distress, we are one of the most feared gangs in the world!" Oussama said coldly and walked away from him.

Lately, Khaled was investigating about a new drug circulating around the underworld, but it was only a name that you get, not anyone can put a hand on it, and he discovered that the Russian and even the American governments were searching for it, even Chinese politicians were doing the same in the dark, it seemed like the whole world doesn't know where it comes from, it isn't like marijuana, nor heroine, not even cannabi, or opium.

No informations about effects, nor anything, it seemed like someone spilled the info in the dark web once, but disappeared within five minutes, it was a short video of someone tied to a chair muttering a lullaby and then, getting released to steal a gun from the person who released him and shot himself with a smile, then started screaming about it being not real but painful and start acting like a crazy person and stilled suddenly to start coughing blood and fall still.

Khaled asked Oussama to do more research, and found out that it was a drug created by an Arabic young man that lost everything important to him, he made it to help him relive his past, but it turned into a nightmare, the CIA heard about it and stole the formula and developed it to use it on spies and people to get informations as they loose all their will because the drug put the brain on working and displaying the most painful period the person lived so they can extract informations from the person, and the person under drugs lives between reality and dreams until turning mad and his body give up.

Oussama knew what Khaled was put under the moment he saw his eyes.

But then, when Khaled asked about his father, it was a truth he couldn't deny anymore.

The drug's name that was given to it by the Arabian young man was 'Rahma رحمة ' since the soul suffered, it helps relieve it and take off a huge weight, even when the CIA developed it illegally and in the dark, they gave it a code name that goes by R2.0 and got classified top secret.

Oussama walked to the private wing where they were ready to take care of him, he found him on his king sized bed surrounded by people treating his injuries and he was sitting calmly looking at nothing and muttering a lullaby.

Oussama swallowed his pain and walked to him.

Khaled noticed the person leaning to him and smiled like a little kid.

-"Oussama! Why do you look older? Is working with my father this tiring?" Khaled said and Oussama tried to smile.

-"I try my best" Oussama said.

-"If you count to work with me in the future, I wouldn't content with trying, you ought to do your best so you can stand by my side" Khaled said the same thing he used to him when he was just a teenager, and that's what made Oussama smile, then laugh out loud for the first time since he started working with Khaled, and that's what made everyone in the room surprised.

-"That's nice to see your smiling face from time to time" Khaled said and rested his head back on the pillow ignoring the people patching and working on his injuries.

-"I saw her yesterday" Khaled said suddenly.

-"Yeah?" Oussama said and Khaled sighed.

-"Our parents decided for our future, we got no say in that" Khaled said sadly.