53.2- The Vicious Leaders

Scoffing, I went to the lounge of the VIP floor reserved for us Aces, my mood was already ruined, I knew there would be something behind that scheme of his. Lord knows what was going in his devious mind. What he would do now but I would definitely not work under or with his pathetic woman. With a scoff, I took out my phone and saw five missed calls from Eileen and turned on the volume. 'Fuck." My phone was on silent and cursing under my breath, I was about to call her back but Zaviyaar's teasing tone came, reminding me of the changes occurring in me. Narrowing his hazel eyes shining, accompanied by a triumph beard and light brown hair- he truly looks like those rich Sheikhs of Dubai. 'Well, someone has changed." My grip on my phone tightened, what I didn't want to display happened. They noticed. Damn you, Eileen. 'What do you mean, Zaviyaar?" I asked in my usual dominant tone, glancing from my shoulder, putting my phone back in my pocket. 'How does it feel to have a meeting without violence for the first time?" He mocked, taking a seat, resting his one leg over the other but eyes not parting from my expressionless ones. 'I don't have a reason-" I was about to give another useless explanation but failed. 'Oh, reasoning for blood doesn't suit the person who is the most violent among all of us. You don't need a ‘reason' to cause bloodshed." He snickered, reminding me about my reality, the face I was losing along the way. I was losing the grip on my identity. 'True, I was ready for you to create a bloodbath and take the throne of the underworld forcefully." Sufiyan also came after shifting Zariah to the room, snickering at me as well. 'But then again, our Lord had already said this before- Cruel kings meet cruel ends." Zaviyaar added, shrugging his shoulders, knowing I won't do this. I know if I took the throne, all of them would join hands in order to assassinate me, they would all start a war and since everyone is afraid of me, they wouldn't stay with me either. I would die horribly if I became greedy for power. Ignoring their talks, I took a step and when I noticed Sufiyan and Zaviyaar getting lost on their phones, I called Zaviyaar. 'Zaviyaar." 'Hmm?" He hummed, not removing his eyes from his phone and I knew it would sound ridiculous from my mouth but I must speak it. 'Stop Asad from interfering with my life. If he dared to meddle between me and wife then I am warning you already- I will kill Asad." I threatened, which wiped Zaviyaar's amusement, causing him to glare back at me. 'I dare you to graze my brother's skin, Sebastian." He warned me, turning serious in a moment when I mentioned Asad. 'Stop him then." I growled in a low tone yet this bastard Sufiyan heard it. 'Ha, I love how one woman could make even stones vulnerable." He laughed, mocking me, reminding me of the details I tend to neglect. And it was all directing my fury towards Eileen for doing this to me in the first place. 'Why? Are you falling for your little prey you label as ‘wife'? Are you in love?" Zaviyaar smirked, putting his phone back and giving me all his attention. 'I am not but-" I enunciated firmly, completing my sentence sincerely, 'She is my Deepest Desire," 'You heard that, Sufiyan?" Zaviyaar asked, glancing from his shoulder at Sufiyan who patted his heart, jeering at me. 'I wish I could unhear it. Unlikely of you to expose your weakness openly, Sebastian." He smirked, coming closer and taking a seat as well, extremely interested in my personal matter. 'Why wouldn't he, man?" Zaviyaar chuckled, glancing towards Sufiyan speaking in Hindi so I won't get it but I did. 'Janab ko mohabbat jo ho gayi hai akhir kar." (Mister is in love after all) 'You know I know Hindi too, right? And you are getting a wrong perception." I frowned deeply at his statement, definitely not liking them creating an ordeal out of a non-existent matter. 'Should I kill her-" Sufiyan began to say and I lost it- I took out my gun and placed it over Sufiyan's head, indirectly warning him to never fathom of hurting my Eileen or else it would start a chain of pure hatred between me and him that might last for generations. 'Well, he had already killed two of his wives. Killing someone else's wife won't be difficult for him." Zaviyaar took no chill into fueling both me and Sufiyan at his insensitive remark. But, It was true, Sufiyan had been married thrice and killed two of his wives though we all know who is the love of his life. 'Shut up." Sufiyan growled while I pulled my gun back. I resent all these Sheikh brothers. They were unbearable. 'Ya Allah!" Zaviyaar laughed after successfully witnessing the display of our unwanted sensitive spot. 'So, were you going to have a happy ending or not?" Zaivyaar asked again, pinching my nerves at this point. 'Why don't we wait and see?" I sighed, leaning back, trying to ignore him. 'From that, among all of us, whose bond is actually completed?" Sufiyan asked, interested to know who's story of love is completed. 'Nathaniel's is in its final phase. Alphonse's tale has ended. I have a feeling mine is nearing its end too. That leaves you two." I smirked, shrugging my shoulders but it brought a disgusted reaction on Zaviyaar's face. 'Definitely not mine, I am way too far from this shit." Zaviyaar declared but rolling my eyes, I muttered under my breath, 'I used to say the same shit too." Look at me now! Never say this sentence, it's a cursed one. Those who say it, always become a victim of love. 'Hey, he is too a part of The Vicious Leaders," Sufiyan called, snapping his finger, 'Wow, what a name." I scoffed, not believing he actually gave our tales a damn name. 'Who?" Zaviyaar asked, not wanting to talk about his tale which didn't even start yet. 'Nathaniel's Brother-in-law, Man, he was much older than his girl, he has a daughter too, remember? That man got Nathaniel's sister and vanished. He got the smoothest way out." Sufiyan said, talking about Prince. 'Oh, You mean Prince Silvester? Yeah, I haven't heard anything from him. After he left, Poison Ivy fell into Nathaniel's hand. He rules everything." I said. Remembering how he was holding power back in old times but then he faced a terrible situation- He fell in love. 'He is the one who got his happy ending. Now, I want to see how you will gain yours, Sebastian. Prince got away easily because of Nathaniel but what would you do or you're gonna continue?" Zaviyaar asked, excited about my outcome more than I am. Why do all of them want me to fall in love? 'Leave it. I don't want to bother myself with useless worries of tomorrow." I sighed, rubbing my temples, my mood was smeared at this point, I wanted to rest. "Good point. So, whose number do you think will come next?" Zaviyaar asked again but sighing, I spoke the name which came to my mind first. 'Sufiyan or Asad." 'When did my Brother become a part of this?" Zaviyaar asked, getting serious abruptly. 'Just now. Your brother threatened me for a woman. You should keep an eye on him, he is slipping out of your hands." I told him nonchalantly about the weak point I noticed about his Brother. 'Leave Asad, he knows how to handle his afflictions. I am looking forward to someone else's." Zaviyaar scoffed, not caring about his Brother at all and turning to Sufiyan with a dark smirk. And understanding the atrocity behind this look, I turned to Sufiyan too. His tale would be worthwhile to witness. 'Why are you looking at me like that?" Sufiyan asked nervously, bewildered at our sudden smirks and since Zaviyaar is the one who loves hitting where it hurts the most- he spoke up. 'Do you miss your Mehmal-" Losing his patience, Sufiyan slammed his hands down, releasing a loud and outraged growl, 'Fuck you, Zaviyaar!" Growling, he got up and left as we both chuckled at his reaction. It was expected yet highly amusing to witness how his fragile heart melted simply by mentioning the love of his wife. Chuckling, I also rose to leave for my room but my phone rang again. It was Eileen. 'Oh, The madam is calling, you better pick it up," Everything we talked about came to my mind. How she changed me, what she did to me, everything rushed and it enraged me. Rolling my eyes off, I took my phone and switched it off, not in the mood to talk to Eileen or anyone anymore. What have you done to me, woman?