Chapter 58: Chapter 58

'How can you feel scared, when you have blood to shed.'[Rohan]

[Rohan]

"So, it was all a drama? The attack, the injury on him?" I exclaimed, my mind jumping from being pissed off to going crazy beyond reason. It was last evening, and my father was attacked when he was enjoying in the garden. The guards were sleeping, while Sam was nowhere to be found when I reached home. The only thing I got to know was that the bodyguard we hired two months ago, A man who vowed to protect me with his life, was a traitor. He had somehow gotten his hands to the direction of our warehouses and his sole reason seemed to destroy us.

I kept pacing back and forth in the bedroom of my bodyguard, my glare moving from all of my father's men to Uncle Sam who was supposed to watch over my sick bodyguard.

"I thought for hours, about how he protected me with his life, who were the people who attacked me that day. I even hinted to you to keep your eyes open, And how it might all be a plan, you could have found out the truth earlier. Damn it, you guys are a bunch of fucking idiots. He even managed to make all of you sleep at the same time. Fuck you! Guys what the hell!" I spoke through gritted teeth. My eyes paused on the man who was 6 feet tall. Who seemed to be looking anywhere but at me.

"And you Sam! You were supposed to be keeping an eye on him, yet you not only failed to find out the truth behind the attack, you even managed to let him attack my father and flee without even a scratch."

"I am sorry Rohan, he told me to just protect him from any potential attackers by staying out of his bedroom, I did not know he was one of the spies," Sam said with a tremor in his voice, his eyes turning serious. "I failed you Boss, but he did nothing out of the ordinary, neither anything that could make me doubt him until he left. I should have been more careful."

"I hope you can forgive me."

"After the attack on my father, I had news of him backstabbing us and the whole dramatic fake attack on me. I am sorry, I can't be calm." I shouted, my hands tightening on the gun that I was carrying as I might need to use it. I gave him my most threatening look. I didn't want to kill him, this 35-year-old man had been with me since I was a kid and he was a teenager. Killing him meant, killing the only man who had brought me up with love when my father failed to do so.

'Oh, how much time has passed since I even had a meal with him.'

I sighed, loosening my hold upon the revolver. Turning towards other guards, I spoke,

"Leave us alone for a moment."

They tensed but left after throwing pitiful looks at Sam. I smirked, keeping everyone under fear was necessary for us to live. Guess, they thought I would kill him.

Not this time though. It might be his fault, but it wasn't his alone, it was mine too. I shouldn't have let a stranger be my bodyguard just because Nina suggested him. Mistakes meant death for us.

My eyes stayed on the man I had been used to calling uncle, I nodded towards the seat across from him. He waited through until I sat down, then bent forward leaning his hand on his knees.

"I am sorry, Rohan. Truly. I am." He said, quietly, holding my gaze. "But I don't mind dying for you if you do want to kill me. You also have my condolences for uncle Ruth's untimely death. I would have liked to do my best to find the man who tried killing our boss. But I do know, I can't. Not until I receive my punishment. I am ready." He took a deep breath, his posture tensed.

I released a breath I was holding. Even though my blood was still boiling and my desire to kill was as strong as ever. I couldn't kill him. He was one of the very few people who I trusted, how could I kill him?

"You are wrong uncle Sam. Your only punishment is to find out who is behind the attack and maybe kill that backstabber who is responsible for my comatose father. Other than that you are not dying."

He looked up from the soles of his shoes, his gaze surprised like he couldn't believe what I said. I tried to give him a polite smile but failed miserably. I couldn't smile, not when my father was fighting for life and death and his right hand died at the hands of our enemies. Not when our two leading bases were captured by the police.

"Thank you, sir." He dropped on his knees before me and I had the urge to stand up. I did not want a man I once considered as a father figure to be on his knees to thank me. But the fact that this was an emergency and I was the leader now, I needed to get used to it.

"Scream."

"Huh. What do you mean sir?"

"You have to scream uncle, we can not let others know you were not punished for the mistake you committed. You should know mistakes are forgiven with blood."

"I understand."

He suddenly stood up and banged his head hard on the wall. Screaming on the top of his lungs.

"Arghhh."

I shuddered, glaring at him. He gave me an apologetic smile as the blood cascaded down from his forehead to the left eye.

Unexpectedly, I realized how much strength he had to accept his death just because I said so before. And How easily he banged his head on the wall. This also made me learn, my decision was right. I needed loyal people to rule.

Truly, madmen were the most loyal.