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Prologue
A group of thirteen men sat around a large square table, laughing and discussing things like mafia men. Well they were mafia men. So it was kinda true to the display.
"He's not even your step son. Why do you favor him so much?" Veer sneered at his step dad, who also happened to be their current head. The table went dead silent.
"That's cause he's Deva." The boss replied with a casual chuckle. He was a man approaching his sixties and he had no care in life.
"If you give me the job, I'll get you 20% returns instead of just 10%."
"That's not the point Veer. The point is doing the job with no casualties or losses or getting caught. I'm sorry but Deva is really good at it. He's far better than you at leading this business."
"You give him too much credit. He's not even here!"
The boss shrugged and got up with a snort. Everyone else stood up with him. "You know he won't come here. No one can ever pinpoint his location."
Just as he turned his back to the table Veer spoke up. "Not even if you die?"
If the table was dead silent before, now it was a morgue. Ajay stood facing the boss now as he gave him a look. The older man could tell that the boy was nervous. He smiled and shook his head before turning around and bursting into fits of laughter. No one joined.
And then a few seconds later, one of the men from the table suddenly raised his gun and fired right at the old man's chest. He fired till his gun ran empty and no one moved a muscle to do anything about it.
Ajay was sweating.
They were all in this together.