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chapter 2

Chapter 2•

Abir's POV

"Abir we are successful. The Russian mafia's leader is no more. But a lot of our men are injured."

"Okay, take them to the nearest clinic."

"They'll ask a lot of questions... How, when, where and so more.... We are already very exhausted.
You should come."

"Okay, Ansh I'll be coming with you all." I assured my best friend Ansh.

[ BASANT BHATT AS ANSH ]

After this conversation he walked towards the car.

Today's mission was successful.
But, a lot of our members got injured.
As a responsible leader I have to take care of my team members.
It's not like that I have some sort of affection or attachment towards them,
It's just being the leader of the most feared Mafia.

I was titled as the King of the Mafia, only at the age of seventeen.
My past,
That's what have made me do this.
I never wanted to be this,
But I didn't had a choice.

My dad,
He was the leader before me.
My mom, got killed by my dad's enemy.
The only thing I liked about my dad was, that he loved my mother immensely.
He loved her madly, blindly, unconditionally.

After she got killed, my dad went crazy and looked for the killer without any plan.
He got killed too.

I became the mafia king, to take my revenge from the person who killed my parents.
My mom
My dad.

I knocked myself out of the thoughts and wore my black glasses.
I was wearing professional black formals.
Being the leader, I always have to wear clothes like this.
I am addicted to them now.
BLACK, BLUE, BROWN.

I walked to my luxurious car, as soon as I reached,
The door was opened by one of my men with his head down.
No one dares to look at me like I do with them.

Other than my best friend.
Me and Ansh are best friend ever since we were small.

We built this empire together.
No doubt, he is one of the reasons I am here.

He is like a brother to me.

Coming back,
I got into my car, and we drove to the nearest clinic.
All the other men's car following us behind.
Ansh sat beside me....
He was listening to some song with his earpod.

Being in such a place.
No one does all this nor they are allowed.
But for him, it's alright.
He is the only person I trust.

We reached the clinic.

It looked okay-okay.
Not that luxurious, but we don't have a choice.

The men stepped out, but before I could.
I was greeted by my phone call.
I groaned and picked it up.

"Sir, Mr. Sharma hasn't given the money yet. He states he doesn't have anything to return."

"I'll handle this." I said with a stern tone and hung up the call.

I lent him a huge amount,
And now... He doesn't have anything to pay me back.

You've digged your own grave Mr. Sharma. I thought to myself with anger rushing into my veins.

For now, I got inside the clinic.
All of the injured men were getting their wounds dressed.

I decided to wait for a while till all of them get cured enough to prepare for a plan to attack the Italians next.

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It's been about twenty minutes since I am waiting,
I roamed around the clinic
Just then, someone bumped with me.
Who the hell this is?!

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To be continued.....

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