Protected by Kidnapper

Author's POV: In a spacious, dimly lit office, the air smells faintly of cigar smoke and expensive leather. “We’ve already acquired everything he once owned,” the man says, his tone smooth and assured. “And the ones who stood in our way? They’re gone. Handled.” The bald man around his early fifties behind the desk leans back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin. His short stubble frames a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Good,” he says. “So what you’re telling me is… the government’s in my pocket now?” “Yes, boss,” the man replies. “Kruz is on his way back from Italy. His men already informed him about what we’ve done here.” The bald man chuckles darkly, leaning forward slightly. “Did you prepare those files? The ones that’ll break him?” “They’re ready,” the man nods. “All the fake medical reports are legal on paper. He’s powerless now.” “I love breaking the ones who think they’re unbreakable,” the bald man says, a cold grin spreading across his face. “He thinks he’s powerful? No. He’s not built for this.” He leans back in his chair, eyes glinting with bitter pride. “I’m the one who’s meant to be on top. The power, the money—it belongs to me. Not to some twenty-six-year-old kid playing mafia boss.” He chuckles, low and cruel. Outside, the roar of engines cuts through the silence as a sleek private jet touches down on the landing strip just beyond the building. The doors open. Kruz steps out—calm, calculated, dressed in all black. His presence alone commands attention. At just twenty-six, he carries the weight of a man twice his age, with eyes that have seen far too much and trusted far too little. He walks straight into the building, flanked by two silent men in tailored suits. No hesitation. No fear. Moments later, he enters the office. The bald man rises from his chair with a smile that barely hides his tension. “Welcome, Kruz.” Without a word, without a second of hesitation, Kruz lunges forward. Kruz grabs him by the collar and slams him against the desk, fists crashing into his face with brutal precision. “I WILL KILL YOU, RION!” Kruz roars, eyes blazing with fury. Chaos erupts. Kruz’s men draw their weapons. Rion’s guards react just as fast. A violent clash ignites in the middle of the office—guns firing, bodies slamming into walls, glass shattering under boots and bullets. Then— The door bursts open. Police storm in, shouting commands, weapons raised. But it’s already out of control. Some officers are pulled into the fight, struck down in the crossfire. The chaos only deepens. Another wave of backup rushes in. One officer drops to one knee, aims, and fires— The shot rings out sharp and clean. Kruz stumbles back as the bullet tears through his left leg. He grits his teeth but doesn’t fall, rage still burning in his eyes as blood seeps through his pants. “You corrupt bastards!” Kruz growls, striking the nearest officer with the butt of his gun. Blood drips from Rion’s split lip as he struggles to sit up, coughing with a twisted smile. “He’s a psychopath,” he spits out, voice hoarse. “I have proof..." Later that day, the police finally manage to restrain Kruz, though not without injuries and destruction left in his wake. Days pass. The chaos cools, but whispers grow louder. An official statement confirms what was once only a tactic—Kruz has been declared mentally unfit. Psychologically unstable. He’s admitted into an elite mental institution, authorized by the government. Behind high-security walls and layers of surveillance, the most feared mafia leader is now rendered powerless. Originally, Rion had forged psychiatric documents to destroy him. But ironically—The lie becomes reality. After a series of psychological evaluations, the truth emerges: Kruz isn’t just dangerous—he’s clinically diagnosed as a psychopath. The tests reveal a chilling profile—No guilt. No empathy. No remorse for violence. The monster they feared turns out to be real all along. Even Rion is left stunned. The very documents he had fabricated to destroy Kruz—crafted lies designed to dismantle his empire— aren’t lies at all. What was meant to be a weapon of deceit has become a mirror reflecting the truth. He stares at the official diagnosis, silent, the weight of it sinking in. The fake files he arranged…turned out to be real.