Possession by Laila Ali (best authors to read txt) 📕

People walked past him with their gazes held down and meekly greeting him. He only gave a curt nod to them and continued walking towards his personal lift. His domineering aura had them go past him fast as they could and try their best, not to match his eyes. Their heartbeat got erratic in his presence and they walk with their blood-pumping organ almost jumping into their throats. Nobody knew whose last day could it be at their work, their small mistake could lead them to a level of humiliation they never knew ever existed. After all, their CEO had his hawk-like calculative eyes on everyone but you would never know he is observing you.

He got to his lift and hit the top floor button, where his office resides.

On reaching there, he saw his second in command, Yawar, standing in front of his office door, delved into conversation with someone, unaware of the fact that he also stood there.

He went for his office door and walk past them. On noticing his boss has reached, Yawar immediately dismissed the person and entered into the office, the white door silver plated with the CEO's name, IRTAZA HAIDER SYED.

As soon as he entered, he found him standing by the large glass window, viewing the whole city.

"Who was he?" he asked without turning back. His hands were inside his pockets.

"He was Asim, came here for some documents, nothing so important," Yawar immediately spoke.

He only gave a curt nod and told him to sit and Yawar sat down.

"Work is done?" he asked after sitting on his black swivel chair. His voice held authority.

"Yes, boss, May I?"

"Proceed"

Yawar nodded and stood. He moved towards the left wall of the office while he only sat there typing a message on his phone. Yawar clicked a hidden button inside the wall and a secret door to a lift opened, revealing a badly beaten man with roped hands, gagged mouth, and blindfolded eyes. Blood spattered all over his face, his nose was broken and his cheekbones had green and blueish marks. He was breathing slowly and hardly with his mouth. Another man stood beside him to balance him.

Yawar viciously snatched his arm and followed him to the front desk. He made him kneel in front of him and stood beside the man. The other man who was in the lift also came and stood on the other side of him. The blindfolded man was kneeling at the center while Yawar and the other man stood on each side of him in front of his desk. Irtaza placed the phone on the desk and steepled his fingers, observing the man, who shivered.

"Report," his fingers now drumming against the wooden desk.

"Boss, he is Faizan, one of the most trustful man of second in command of the Osmanis," the other man, whose name was Amaan reported him.

"We found him when we raided one of their warehouses, but he is too stubborn to give out any information other than that they also are going to raid some of our warehouses yet he did not spill out their locations" he further reported.

Irtaza flew his forefinger and mid-finger of his left hand signaling something to Yawar and he immediately left the room through the hidden lift. He took a deep heavy breath and opened one of his drawers to take out his Beretta 92FS. He stood from his chair, the gun in his left hand, and took menacing long strides toward his prey. The heavy, sharp sounds of his boots striking against the marble floor had the whole room enveloped in eerie silence. Sweat started to pop out of the kneeling man's face, he very well knew in whose territory he was. The country's most notorious mafia leader had him clutched in his paws and he very well knew that by hook or by crook he will be spilling out the information very soon.

"So, you feel like keeping your mouth shut? Hmm?" Irtaza was now standing just in front of him, the tip of his gun caressing the man's face.

"I don't know anything," he feigned ignorance yet his shivering body gave the gestures of what he knew and what he not.

Irtaza pressed the tip of his gun underneath his chin, lifted his face, and removed the blindfold. His eyes now stared directly into his as he asked again.

"You won't tell us?" That look, that dark look in his eyes, paralyzed him in fear.

"Th..ey" he stuttered unable to form any coherent word and took short labored breaths.

"They what?" he smirked and removed his gun, underneath his chin. Faizan immediately unlocked his eyes and looked downwards not daring to look straight into his eyes.

"Speak up," his voice deceptively calm.

"They are g..going to raid t..two of your penthouses, o...one near to the airport a..and one to the west..st of the seaport," he immediately spilled out the locations. He was well aware that sooner or later he would almost torture him to death for sake of the information.

"You should have brought him to me at first place," Irtaza indirectly told Amman while eyeing the man, skeptically.

"Will you leave me now?" the man asked. Fear is evident in his voice.

"Yes, I surely will but first accept this little present of us," he said, amused, and turned the man's face with his handgun to the wall where the door for the lift was, and there comes in Yawar with two bodyguards behind him holding another badly beaten man.

Faizan had his eyes widened and shock was obvious on his face but he immediately covered it.

"I do not know who he is," he told him.

"I did not ask you anything," he reciprocated.

Yawar kicked in the man brought him in front of Irtaza and made him kneel as well.

Irtaza place the tip of his gun right above the second man's skull and looked straight towards Faizan.

"See what they made us do," he said to him, and after a short while, the whole room boomed with a gunshot. It was right into the skull of the other man.

A body lied dead on the floor blood oozing out from the top of his head.