Gunnar -- Mafia Love Story

Chapter 3

"Yeah, I know you must have figured out everything by now," Osman said while glancing at me,

"Yep..." I replied, watching those working men.

At my brother's signal, our men moved forward and pointed guns at them. They were caught off guard and had no option other than surrender to us. I grabbed the baseball bat, pulled my mask up, covering my face and strolled towards them.

I had this built up anger that I needed to release.

As Osman saw me strolling towards those surrendered men, he asked our men to stand behind me for protection. I gripped the baseball bat harder as Amaan's betrayal rushed to my mind. I raised the bat in the air and hit the guy in front of me.

Bhai ( Bro ) told me that this man, who I just hit was responsible for my dad's condition which just enraged my anger.

"How dare you!" I shouted, hitting him, He screamed in pain but didn't fight back. My mind was blocked with rage, I don't know what would have happened if something happened to my dad. This man went ahead and tried to kill a nobleman, who had a family and people loving him.

I almost lost my dad and the thought itself infuriated me to no end. That man had done tons of good things to people around him, he helped many, stood behind many, and this guy tried to kill him for stopping this illegal work.

I don't know what was happening around me as all I saw was red rage.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed a few unknown men rushing out of the cars and firing at our men. Everything was chaos in seconds, gun firing, screams and blood everywhere. I was guarded by our men while I continued to hit the guy and other men. I swung the baseball bat hard, I must be looking stupid hitting a guy with a baseball bat, yelling at him, in the middle of a gunfight but I didn't care.

I was furious.

All of a sudden, someone from behind held my arm in a tight grip and swung me around roughly. I gasped at the harsh grip on my arm, the way I was swung around had the rubber band around my hair go off, letting my hair out completely.

My eyes landed on the person holding my arm, but because of the light behind him, I couldn't see his face. All I could see was his physique, he was tall and fit, his body looked like he works out regularly. He's well dressed in a suit, white button-down shirt without a tie. Black polished shoes firmly pressed black slacks.

His harsh grip was hurting me, I hissed and tried to pull my arm from his grip, "Let go!" I yelped. He kept holding my arm tightly, no matter how many times I yelled at him to let go he wouldn't. I was so frustrated and hurt with everything happening with me in these past few hours that I couldn't control my tears.

I'm struggling, in and out.

I feel like something inside me was breaking, despite how hard I'm trying to be strong I couldn't stop myself from breaking down. Tears kept streaming down my eyes as I began hitting this unknown man's chest, yelling for him to let go.

"Let go!" I don't know whether I'm telling him or myself.

Feeling exhausted, I stopped hitting him and lowered my head. The next thing I know, I did something embarrassing.

I sobbed.

I sobbed in front of a stranger.

He held my arm still while I sobbed in front of him. Amaan broke my heart, I loved him so much that it's hurting me badly. His betrayal was clenching my heart inside, the pain was unbearable. I thought I was strong, but I can't.

It was shattering my heart into a million pieces as I broke, all this while I had been trying to hold onto him but he stabbed me in the back. I gave him my heart for free, but he shouldn't have made it worthless.

"Rhythm!" I hear my brother's call which pulled me out of the trance I was in. I turned my head back in the direction of his voice. My eyes caught the sight of him running towards me,

"Osman,"

I glanced back and I saw no one, I was standing there, alone. My hands at my sides and the baseball bat on the ground. I was confused, with the tears strained face I looked around.

"Rhythm, we should go," Bhai wrapped his arm around me and led me towards his car. I turned back and glanced at the spot where I sobbed in front of that unknown man.

Who was he?

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