Veer POV : 

"Saab, that bastard.." I raised a hand to silence the stupid idiot who never had the habit of controlling his mouth. I knew that some of my men were quite ignorant when it came to etiquette, but I honestly didn't care.

Being a dreaded assassin was exhausting, and trying to discipline the men was harder. I never understood as to why people found it amusing and happy to drink and sleep around. 

I preferred to sleep or punch someone. Apart from chasing my targets and killing them. I know I'm not the best guy out there, but it's how I manage to donate to people in need.

"Mr. Divakar." I looked at the guy in sleek clothing. His face was rigid and hard, just like mine. I nodded at him to continue, signaling my men to shut the office doors.

"Mr. Divakar, I regret to inform you that I have lost trail of Rishi Mehra." I gritted my teeth, trying not to glare at him. He shivered under my gaze as if I was the bad guy here.

Double standards.

"I do not accept failures here, so you'd better get him back, in one piece." He stood unmoved, and I cracked my knuckles, trying to control my temper from snapping.

"Get the damn trail of him!" I gritted my teeth, running my fingers across my gun to show him that I wasn't to be taken lightly. He nodded, swiftly running from my sight.

Cowards. Each and every one of them.

I looked at my second in hand, Prithvi. He strode forward, my eyes glinting as I saw Rishi's location on the phone. My men were efficient and quick.

Screw those good for nothing bastards. I sprung into action, yelling for the ammunition to be ready. What good was a man without his weapons? 

Quite useless. Little did they know, I am a lethal weapon. They made a mistake by crossing paths with  me. I looked at the sky darkening.

Hades would get a lot of souls today. I smiled as I saw that idiot lying lifeless on the ground. Quite a stupid fool to think that we wouldn't find out their dumb plan. I knelt down, putting on the sensor on his body. Let them know where their poor guy is stuck.

I never spared people's life, not when they didn't deserve it.

"Sir. We need to go." Prithvi's monotonous voice made me realize that we needed to save a man. I sighed in irritation.

Saving a guy who wasn't even that useful didn't make me feel good. But I would never allow myself to remain in unnecessary debt. That man's father had been of great help to us. I might be heartless, but not disloyal.

Here we go. To another killing.

I hummed, wearing a bullet proof vest as I concealed it under my shirt. I had 3 guns, plenty of bullets. A sharp pocket knife too.

Enough to rescue a man and kill most of the idiots. I noticed Prithvi's blank stare as I was being my most casual self. Poor guy had no idea who the men we were pitted against.

It was my battle, and I always fought my battles alone. 

I signaled him to stop at the entrance of the small cafe. It was a short cut to the dark alleyway, where they had most of their deals and killings. 

Neeraj Ray. I knew Rishi worked for this useless guy, but he wasn't a mere mob boss. I did know of the betrayal a while ago, but this would get interesting. I looked around, surprised to see Rishi yet in one piece. He was injured, but not fatally.

It was then I saw her. A small boy shrieked as he clutched the woman's cheeks, crying furiously. Probably his mother.

I walked forward, wondering why Neeraj had taken a fancy to a  mother. The rules of the underworld were clear cut: Women were to be kept out of this shady business. You fancied her, get her, but not at the cost of your business.

When I saw her face clearly, I froze. It was no mistake. I wasn't seeing things. She looked like a carbon copy of her. No. This couldn't be possible.

The god above must have been really happy when he created her.

The resemblance was unmistakable. She had her father's eyes and her mother's beauty. My fists curled as I saw the glee on Neeraj's ugly face.

Freaking manwhore.

After years, I had my chance to set things right. I wouldn't allow my only chance at redemption to slip away.

There was no doubt that she was their daughter. Who the hell was she married to? 

Probably not a guy like me. 

"Ma!" I felt something in me strike when the boy cried for her. I wasn't an emotional man, but for the first time in my life, I decided to go against the plan I had crafted. Let all of them go to hell!

"I suggest you let her go, Neeraj.." I drawled out, smirking when I saw the color drain from the bastard's ugly face. He made an attempt to act cool and unafraid, but idiot wasn't a good actor.

Rishi was trembling, looking at me in fear. I knew that he knew. He would be dead.

Maybe not now. But definitely. I never spared traitors. 

Cheating was their choice, then their deaths were mine. Loyalty wasn't some doll they could replace.

"You came here for a woman, you dog? Or for your favorite boy?" Neeraj roared in laughter as his people had the guts to leer at HER and chuckle. 

It didn't hurt, bastard. It  BURNED.

I walked to young boy who looked at me angrily. His face was wet with tears, and his shirt was drenched in tears and sweat. He tried to block her view, as if I couldn't see her.

"Don't...come.." He squeaked, using his tiny hands to cover his unconscious mother. My fists curled. I felt rage and fury.

I didn't know why, but I needed to get this woman out of here.

I lifted the kid and put him aside, ignoring him biting on my hands. I faced bullets, boy.

"Hey! Look! The under dog came for a woman! How pathetic!" I saw the gun in his hands, but he and I knew I would be faster. I felt so heavy in my heart when I looked at her clearly.

She was like the.. I ignored the tumult of emotions and picked her up. 

"Don't you touch my ma!" The boy knelt down, tugging at my pants. I gripped his sleeves, pulling him up. 

"If I don't touch her, we won't be able to escape from the bad men here." I whispered as his innocent eyes tried to check if I was being truthful.

He stepped aside, holding my hand tightly. I felt a surge of protectiveness as I glanced at him. 

Before Neeraj and his men could realize, I swiftly turned around, shooting him in the chest without an mercy. All his men rushed forward, but it was too late.

Slow pokes. They all fell into panic and confusion, seeing their leader dead and open mouthed.

"Close your eyes." I warned the young boy, and he was already covering his eyes.

His mother taught him well. I looked at him, and felt proud, for a reason I didn't know.

Rishi kept shivering, and I shot both his legs, rendering him immobile. He could explain his father about the 'little punishment' I gave him.

"Let's get your mother out of this dirty place." I whispered to the boy, who smiled so innocently at me. I was startled as he tried to hug my leg.

"You are a good man. But Ma said there are only bad men in this world. She was wrong."