“If you think I’m lying, then you should consider why I would have any reason to kidnap you?” Aman commented.
Priyank gulped, looking towards Aman with heavy eyes, his head bursting with so many thoughts that he didn’t know how to process everything.
But one thing he knew for certain: he couldn’t lose Priya. That would be like having his heart ripped away.
He had already felt the anguish when she ran away, driving him crazy. Now, with this situation, if he were to be separated from her, there was no way he would be able to live, nor would he be able to die in peace.
Because he didn’t want to be away from her, death or not.
Still, he knew this was no simple matter. If his father was a hunter, and the head at that, when Priya and others found out he couldn’t imagine the consequences.
“Why are you scared? Is there something you should be afraid of?” Aman mocked. “I heard you’re pretty close to that girl, what’s her name… hmm, Priya?”
Priyank’s eyes snapped at the mention of her name. “Keep her name out of your fucking mouth.”
“My, my, such anger. It seems she’s important to you. Why should I keep her name out of my mouth when the ultimate goal is her death?”
Hearing those words, Priyank clenched his fists, gritting his teeth. “Before you lay a hand on her, I’ll make sure your head is cut from your body.”
Whatever the truth or its consequences, he could think about them later. But there was no way anyone could touch his girl while he still drew breath.
Even if he died protecting her, his ghost would come to protect her. There was no way he would leave her alone.
“You saved her once, but you think it can happen twice? I never thought a normal Mafia could handle my assassins, but you did a pretty good job,” Aman’s eyes narrowed as he spoke.
“You sent those people?” Priyank’s throat dried up as he remembered the attack.
And how he had barely managed to get it under control just two people, and he was on the verge of dying, unable to save Priya.
How was this man getting information like this? Only a few people knew Priya’s identity and what was happening inside and outside the pack.
Confusion swirled in his head, but one thing was certain: he needed to do something to save Priya, no matter what.
He didn’t trust anyone, not even himself.
“What do you want from me in return for sparing Priya’s life? I can give you anything, just name it, and it will be yours,” Priyank offered.
This was the only idea he could come up with at the moment. He needed to get this man’s radar away from Priya.
Priyank didn’t mind losing his life, but if it put the person he loved most, his heartbeat, his angel, his girl, in harm’s way, he would never be able to forgive himself.
“I want the key. I know you’ve already found it. I want that key and the royal virgin’s blood to unlock the powers.”
“What?!” As soon as Priyank heard the word ‘virgin,’ he felt like ripping Aman’s body apart. How dare he talk about Priya’s virginity?
“I know you haven’t slept with her yet, so either you get her virgin blood, or we’ll have to draw the blood directly from her heart, after killing her.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Priyank snarled, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. “You’re not laying a finger on Priya, you sick bastard.”
Aman let out a hollow laugh. “So protective. Don’t worry, we won’t hurt her… much. At least not until we get what we need.”
Priyank’s stomach turned. The thought of anyone harming Priya made him want to vomit. “I won’t let you anywhere near her.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Aman said coolly. “Either you bring us her virgin blood willingly, or we take her life. Along with your pathetic life.”
Rage boiled inside Priyank. “I’ll kill you before you touch her.”
Aman didn’t flinch. “Killing me won’t stop this. There are others. Many others. All hungry for that royal blood.” He licked his lips. “So pure. So powerful.”
Priyank’s grip tightened on his chains . “Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged,” Aman immediately answered. “I give no fucks.
Your father died; he was close to me. I want to avenge our head, even if you, like a pussy, don’t care about your own father.”
“He means nothing to me,” Priyank answered, giving Aman a death glare, these chains are the only thing that’s holding him back from the murder his mind is replaying seeing Aman.
“For me, he was everything.”
“Why are you doing this?” Priyank demanded, his voice trembling with barely suppressed rage. “What’s your real goal here, Aman?”
Aman chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. “You still don’t get it, do you? This is bigger than just revenge or some petty feud. This is about power, control, and destiny. The key and the royal blood are the ultimate prize. With them, we can unlock a power that no one can stand against.”
“You’re insane,” Priyank spat, struggling against his chains. “No amount of power is worth hurting Priya. She’s innocent in all this.”
“Innocent?” Aman sneered. “She is the daughter of your father’s murderer.”
“You’re wrong, I am the son of her parents’ killer,” Priyank said fiercely. “Priya is different. She’s good, and pure, and she doesn’t deserve to be dragged into this nightmare.”
“Spare me the romantic nonsense,” Aman said dismissively. “You have a choice to make, Priyank. Bring me the key and the blood, or watch everything you love burn. It’s that simple.”
Priyank’s mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this impossible situation. He couldn’t let Aman get his hands on Priya, but he also couldn’t fight his way out of these chains. He needed a plan, and fast.
“Alright,” he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. “I’ll get you what you want. But you have to promise me that Priya won’t be harmed.”
Aman’s eyes gleamed with triumph. “I knew you’d see the reason. Very well, I promise she won’t be harmed… as long as you keep your end of the bargain.”
Priyank nodded, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders. “I need time. The key is with someone else for now, give me a week at least.”