Page 50 of Obsession

Mihir turned to look at Anna again. Her eyes opened, and she blinked, looking around her. He saw her take in her surroundings. Her eyes finally found him looking at her through the glass, and she gave him a soft smile. It hit him straight in the center of his chest, cracking it wide open.

He tipped his chin at her. Getting what he meant, she touched her injured side and gave a thumbs-down, scrunching her nose.

He chuckled. Fuck, she was still sassy despite being in a hospital bed, seriously injured. Even at a time like this, she hadn’t lost her spirit.

When a nurse came to speak to her, Mihir backed away from the window. The tumult in his heart settled a bit. She was alive, and she was going to be fine. She would live a long life. He’d ensure it. But those who hurt her would pay with their lives. That was a promise.

* * *

Mihir entered the warehouse,his brothers right behind him, each of their bodyguards flanking them. Three of their men surrounded the two men who were seated in the center of the room, both bruised and battered.

“Hello, Paul,” Mihir said calmly, coming to stand in front of him. “Do you remember us?”

“Bastards,” Paul attempted to charge at them, but he was held back by the guards.

“Careful, Paul,” Mihir said. “Do you really want to upset the men who hold your life in their hands?”

The other man whimpered from next to Paul. Mihir didn’t even look at him. He’d signed his own death sentence the second he had agreed to hurt Anna.

“We need answers,” Armaan said. “Where is Ivan?”

Paul laughed. “I’m not telling you anything.”

Vedant clucked his tongue. “Still so arrogant?”

“You should know,” Paul said. “After all, I did manage to shoot you twice, didn’t I?”

“And still I stand here hale, hearty, and free,” Vedant replied. “What’s your status? Care to elaborate?”

Paul pursed his lips.

“Where is Ivan?” Mihir repeated.

At Paul’s continued silence, Mihir slammed a fist on his face.

Paul spat out blood. “You guys think you’re really cool when you are fighting one lone man in your territory, don’t you? But you’re just a bunch of cowards. Fight me fair, and let’s see who wins.”

“And you hurting a lone woman is not cowardly?” Mihir slammed his fist into Paul’s face again. “She was innocent.”

Paul grinned, his face looking gruesome from all the blood. “Ivan will be happy to know that she means something to you.”

“Tous,” Armaan corrected. “She means something to all of us.”

Paul gave a mirthless laugh.

“Unfortunately for you, you won’t be alive to tell him that,” Vedant said. “Now, tell us about Ivan.”

At Paul’s silence, Mihir looked at the guard in front of him. He pointed to the man who had attacked Anna. “Take him away and kill him. Make it hurt.”

The guards took the howling man away. Mihir watched Paul carefully. His façade finally broke and he now flinched with every scream he heard coming from the other man.

“Do you know what they are doing to him?” Mihir asked. “Shall I tell you?”

“Aw, let me,” Armaan said.

“No, why do you both get to have all the fun?” Vedant asked.

Mihir crossed his arms on his chest. “Let’s all take turns in telling him how his man is going to die, and how, in exactly the same way, we will kill him too.”

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