Return Of The Shadows
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Osanai felt something shift about Aryan. The drug’s effect had worn off — time was up. Aryan now looked straight into Osanai’s eyes and spoke sharply.
“Now tell me! Where is he?”
Osanai looked down at his body and realized there wasn’t a single scratch on it. He raised his head, glanced at Aryan, then looked around.
“Where is Lucas?” he asked.
Aryan lied without giving the slightest hint.
“My brother is interrogating him in another room.”
Osanai spoke again, confused.
“My body… it was filled with blood just now. What was that?”
Aryan responded, slightly irritated slamming on the table.
“It was an illusion — triggered by your fear. Now tell me, Osanai!”
Osanai answered in a cold but pleading tone.
“I’ll tell you. But promise me — you’ll protect my family, no matter what.”
Aryan replied coldly.
“My work... the thing I’m doing now... I started all this to protect the innocent. I wanted to be a hero. Yes, I’ll protect them — everyone. Whether it’s your family, mine, or anyone who’s alive... I’ll die protecting them.”
Osanai’s heart skipped a beat hearing this. He replied.
“Well, only a few people know about my family — not even Leo. So... you really did some work to find them.”
Aryan nodded. Osanai gave a faint smile and answered.
“Well, all this for Leo’s location... I don’t know where he is now. Only a few people know his actual whereabouts — the guards with him, his new assistant, and Rika. From what I know, they’re dealing with a dictator especially Rika. I don’t know who, but currently, Rika is in Japan.”
Aryan stood up, thinking.
"Hmm… if he's telling the truth, then this is a much bigger game."
Without wasting a second, Aryan grabbed Osanai by the arm, kicked open the door, and dragged him out of the room. He looked at Ritul and asked sharply.
"Did you give him both the doses?"
Ritul slid his phone into his pocket and nodded.
"Yeah, I’m done with that task."
Aryan responded without missing a beat:
"Good. Bring me the injection — he’s spilled everything now."
Ritul walked over to the main computer setup. From a drawer beneath it, he pulled out the necessary meds. Meanwhile, Osanai spoke up, voice sharp but edged with a strange respect.
"Now I understand how you found out about my family… Those assistants of mine I sent to Afghanistan to fill my role — that son of a witch, I trusted him… and now I’m trusting you. Don’t break it. Save my family, Mighty A."
Aryan replied calmly.
"He wasn’t betraying you on purpose. We had the drug at the time — it made him spill everything."
Ritul returned, handing two injections to Aryan, who knelt down and injected them into the restrained Osanai. Within seconds, Osanai’s body went limp.
Aryan turned to Ritul and gave the order.
"Pack the bags. We’re heading to Venice."
They needed to maintain their social identity — their normal lives in front of friends and family had to remain untouched.
Ritul paused for a moment, then asked.
"What about you?"
Aryan’s eyes didn’t waver.
"I’ll be the one dropping them off."
He then loaded both unconscious mafias into a heavy-duty transport trolley, secured them in place, and tied the trolley to the back of a jet-black Lamborghini Aventador SV — a beast roaring with restrained fury.
Aryan pulled out a huge black cloth and threw it over the trolley, covering the two unconscious mafias completely. He tied it down tightly, securing every corner, making sure it wouldn’t come off — not even against high-speed winds.
Aryan got into the car, turned the ignition, and drove the Lamborghini up through the underground garage of the mansion. The blacked-out beast moved silently, not fast.
He reached the main city. As expected, all eyes turned toward the lamborgini but the thing that caught eyes was a trolley behind tied to it. Phones came out. People started recording, snapping pictures.
Before anyone could capture his face, Aryan calmly put on a black mask.
As he cruised through the streets, obeying every rule.
Eventually, he reached the Rome Police Station.
Without stopping, he pressed a small hidden button near the gear console. The hook freed instantly, and the trolley rolled to a stop right in front of the police station gates.
Without a moment’s pause, Aryan hit the accelerator. The Lamborghini roared to life and flew off into the distance.
The officers outside stood frozen — jaws dropped, eyes wide — watching the black machine vanish from sight.
Still in shock, they cautiously approached the covered trolley. As they neared, their expressions shifted from confusion to horror.
Pinned to the black cloth was a white slip.
In bold, clean handwriting, it read.
“A gift from Mighty A and Red Blast :)”
Ritul watching the news.
"Two hours ago, a huge blast occurred in the Fizoro mountains, in a warehouse filled with criminals. Most of them are dead, and some are alive and have been arrested. It was said by the police that they received a phone call—
Ritul smirked. The news continues.
—about this incident from Red Blast — yes, you heard right — the other guy with Mighty A. It was believed that they had come to an end, as there were no traces of them since last year, but they are here aga—"
BREAKING NEWS!!!
"TWO BIG NAMES IN THE MAFIA INDUSTRY —
Lucas and Osanai — are thrown away by a black Lamborghini in front of the Rome Police Station, with a slip reading the names: Mighty A and Red Blast."
Ritul stands up, switches the TV off, and walks to the garage. He makes a phone call to the workers of the mansion.
"We are going out now. You can come back to work after your long holidays," he says, then hangs up the call.
He then goes into the secret base of the mansion, takes all the drugs, and puts them in a bag. All the other stuff, like weapons, is left there. He only takes a Glock and a sniper rifle with him.
He closes the base — until opened again.
He calls Aryan and speaks in a chill voice.
"I have taken all the drugs and closed the base, all good — but what about the G-Class?"
Aryan, on the other side, replies.
"I’m in the jungle. I’ve left the car on the road — pick me up. There are no cameras here. Then I’ll take the G-Class, ok?"
Ritul replies with a smile.
"Ok, darling."
Aryan laughs as he remembers how his friends sometimes treat him like their wife as he sometimes act too strict.
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