A few moments ago,
Chota Seth had been fuming with hidden rage.
Tied and gagged in his own farmhouse, the humiliation burned deeper than the bruises on his face.
What hurt far more was the betrayal. Jayesh, that little mutt, had leaked his private gold dealings with Mukhtar Ahmed. Otherwise, there was no way Amir would have believed an outsider and ordered him beaten like a dog in his own home.
To make matters worse, that cunning brat had framed him for colluding with Raju. No matter what happened now, whether he lived or died , Ahmed Bhai would never forgive him.
In his mind, Ahmed was a ruthless man who wouldn't be defeated so easily in his own territory, no matter how many armed men anyone brought.
Still, Chota Seth refused to die like a sitting duck. He had enough hidden money stashed away.
