Blind Spot by Sakshi C (best novel books to read txt) 📗

The man nodded stiffly and placed the half-empty glass on the table. He was about to rise when Danzel interrupted him. 

"Finish the drink. It is a limited edition," he stated. He loved bending people to his demand. The minister gritted his teeth but sat back and grasped the glass. 

"My heart reaches out to those poor people. Feel free to reach me if you think I can be of any help," he faked disappointment. The minister finished the drink and asked for leave. 

........

"We have found the man who had tampered with the breaks," Jacques informed Danzel through the phone.

"Where is he?" Danzel asked. He disconnected the call and headed towards teh address Jacques had given him. 

He reached the warehouse within twenty minutes. The place was on the outskirts of the city.

He climbed out of his car and got inside the warehouse. Jacques and a few of his men were already there. 

A man was tied in the chair, a gag in his mouth. Terror was evident in his eyes as he gaped at Danzel. 

Danzel recognized him. A day after the accident, they had found the CCTV of a man tampering with Inessa and Andrei's car in the hotel parking. It was him.     

"We caught him today. He was leaving the city," Jacques walked up to the man and removed the gag from his mouth. 

"Let me go...let me go, please..don't kill me..I just did what I was told.." 

"Who told you to do that," Danzel asked, hoping, for once her name wouldn't come up. The man gulped while jogging his memory. 

'I..I don't know her name..Please..please, let me go," 

"Was she her?" Jacques showed the man Inessa's picture. Danzel watched as recognition lit up his face And his heart broke again. 

"Yes...yes..it's her..it's her..She..she told me to do that,..yes..now..let me go..ple.." before he could finish the sentence, Danzel had violently grabbed his collar, lifting him up along with his chair. Fire brewing in his ocean blue eyes. 

"And why should I believe you?" he gritted out. The man fell silent, clueless. 

"He is not lying, sir. We have the proof. In fact, this is how we reached to him," Jacques strode over to him and held his phone out for him. 

Danzel let go of the man with a jerk and turned to Jacques. He snatched the phone from his hand and looked down at what looked like CCTV footage. 

He played the video and not even a moment later, he saw Inessa entering a restaurant with a big black bag in her hand. She was walking towards a particular table. On closer inspection, he realized the same man who was tied here in the chair was sitting at a table where Inessa was heading. She pulled a chair and sat across from him. She nodded at him and pushed the bag over to him. The man took it and thanked her. 

She stood up after that, looked around, and left. 

"What was in that bag?" Danzel asked, boring holes in the screen, crushing the phone in his hand.

"Money," the man said in his shaken voice. Disappointment and anger washed over him.  

"Please, let me go..please..I just did what..what I was told," he pleaded. Danzel grabbed the gun from one of his men, turned, and emptied all the bullets in his heart, silencing him for good. 

The man pulled in a shaky breath before forsaking his life for good. A deafening silence fell over. 

"You are killing everyone but the person who planned it all," Jacques broke the silence with a hint of accusation in his tone. Jacques and Andrei were good friends. 

Danzel clenched his jaw but said nothing. He was right. He should kill her. All the proof, all the evidence were against her. No matter how many times he investigated, reinvestigated, it was the same.    

"Andrei deserves nothing less than justice," Jacques added. Sorrow laced through his voice. 

Danzel strode out, leaving a dead body behind.        

............

He turned on the light. She was asleep in her bed, curled up like an angel. Her face was turned away from him. 

Holding a gun in his hand, he staggered towards her sleeping form. How was she sleeping so peacefully after destroying his family to bits. Where she was snuggled comfortably in the covers, a storm was raging in his heart. 

You are killing everyone but the person who planned it all

And if you can't bring him back then at least give him the justice he deserves. 

The words echoed in his mind. His bloodshot eyes were locked on the murderer of his brother. How could he love the killer of his brother? He was mad at himself too. That end here. He will kill her today. He will serve justice to his brother. 

The air of the room caught his scent that was a mixture of alcohol and his cologne.

He hovered over her, glaring daggers. He cocked the gun and aimed it at the back of her head. He was prepared to put an end to this chaos.

But what he wasn't prepared for was for her to turn on her back and reveal her beautiful face to him. 

He kept the gun trained on her all the while staring down at her breathtaking face. The face he had craved to hold for so many years. Craved to kiss and love.  

Moment passed, he let out a shaky breath and dropped to his knees, feeling his determination crumbling to pieces in front of her. Leaning closer, he inhaled deeply, filling his burning lungs with her sweet vanilla scent. A sense of calmness swept over him, placating the storm brewing inside him. He, unconsciously, discarded the gun beside her head to hold her face.  

His fingertips quietly brushed the tendrils away from her forehead. The wisps of her hair felt softer than silk around his fingers. He loved twirling and spinning them around his fingers when she would fall asleep in his arms. 

In his arms, this is where she belonged.  

He let the pad of his fingers ghost down her cheeks. Her alluring skin was glowing like the moon in the darkest of night, bringing light to the darkest corners of his heart.