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“What else?” Mihir asked.

“There’s nothing else, I swear.”

“What about the attack on our brother in London?” Armaan asked.

“What brother?” the man said. “I don’t know anything about any attack in London. I swear I don’t. We are just low-level guys. No one tells us more than needed.”

Armaan had expected that reply, but he needed to ask. Thinking of Vedant made his heart hurt. Vedant was recovering. He would get better, and they would find that fucker Ivan and end his existence once and for all.

Mihir looked at Vasily. “If they don’t have anything more to share, finish them off.”

Loud pleads followed as Armaan exited with Mihir. They hadn’t even reached their car when they heard three gunshots. Vasily appeared soon, wiping his hands with a rag. Arlo followed close behind, his face stilted.

“They didn’t have anything more to share and were wasting our time,” Vasily explained. “We ought to look for their leader Karl.”

When Vasily went to open the driver door of Armaan’s Bentley, Armaan raised a hand, beckoning the rest of their security. He pointed at two of his men. “You two, please go in my Bentley with Vasily. Sit in the back, both of you, and Arlo and the rest of the team, please continue in the other SUV. Mihir and I will take the second vehicle. We need to shake things up, so anyone following us or targeting us doesn’t know which car we are taking when.”

“Are you sure, boss?” Vasily asked.

“He’s right,” Mihir said. “Let’s keep doing things differently, henceforth. You never know who is watching us from where.”

Nodding, Vasily took the wheel of the Bentley. After the attack, Mihir was stricter with their safety. He had become so paranoid that he had doubled the security around their house as well.

Mihir drove as soon as Armaan clasped his seatbelt. Even doing that hurt his ribs. Actually, now that he was seated, a lot of his aches and pains made their presence known. His shoulder hurt, his ribs even more, and the back of his head was throbbing.

“Are you okay,da?” Mihir was studying him carefully, missing nothing, as usual.

“No, but I will get there.” Ignoring his pain, he said, “One thing I don’t understand is how the hell did they know I would be at Club Poseidon that night. Even Navya didn’t know I was going to be there. She texted me at about ten pm that night and said she was there with Ananya. I went to surprise her.”

“Do you remember more from that night?” Mihir asked carefully.

“Nothing more than what I’ve already told you.”

“What if Ivan bought over someone working at Club Poseidon to fix this attack?” Mihir voiced out. “That person may have recognised you and must’ve passed on the information to those men.”

Armaan thought through his brother’s words. He shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. Those men were already waiting for me. They expected me to be there that night, and they knew that I’d take the private parking. Why would they think that? And why that night? Navya and I had no plans to go out. We were to meet at the yacht, and as promised to you, I haven’t been going out at night for weeks except for the night of the attack.”

“Fuck. Again, it comes back to that particular night. Why that night?” Mihir cursed. “We have so many questions and so few answers.”

Armaan’s phone rang. His pulse spiked when he saw it was Navya calling. He stared at the phone as it continued to ring.

“Aren’t you going to answer her?” Mihir asked.

“No.” Putting his phone on silent, he shoved it in his jacket’s pocket.

“You need to talk to her, Armaan.”

His lips compressed. “Since when are you pro Navya?”

“I am pro you, and you are miserable without her,” Mihir said. “You look lost ever since you woke up at the hospital, not to mention your sour and grumpy mood. That is supposed to be my signature look, not yours. You’re the happy brother, the naughty one, and I hate seeing you so heartbroken and sad. Talk to her, brother. You won’t be in peace until you do.”

“She doesn’t love me, Mihir.”

“It could be a misunderstanding.”

“I heard her say it.”

“She says she cleared it with you before that final blow on your head. What if you don’t remember resolving it with her?”

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