The Fanasi's Fault

Tikhon was pacing up and down in the hall of his huge mansion. His hands kept going to his moustache and he kept twisting the end of his handlebar. He was under the radar of the Interpol. He was questioned all day, all night the previous day by the police. He was furious.

On one side he had to deal with the police and on the other, he had to deal with the repercussions of the nominations. Someone was ending the competition and he had no idea. He had to find out soon. That competition made everyone aware of the SMS. He just wanted an heir but now every eye was on SMS and its dealing. He didn’t like that at all.

The mafia syndicate was hidden from the world. They were doing their job easily and silently. But because of his branding every slave and then killing of those slaves brought everything to light. Maybe his retirement was going to bring his downfall.

He was strict while handling the business and knew he had to show his strict self to everyone again. How dare someone defy him? W