Ignoring her, I quickly scan the area.
It’s empty. Good.
I pull her inside and lock the door behind us.
Siya’s eyes widen. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you behaving like this? What happened?”
“Nothing. Just go finish whatever you came here for.”
She’s still staring at me suspiciously.
“Raghav—”
“Go, Siya.”
She frowns. I know she’s pissed. But anger is better than panic. Without arguing further, she disappears into one of the cubicles while I pace like a caged animal. Every instinct inside me is screaming that something is wrong.Very, very wrong.
By the time she returns a few minutes later, I’ve already sent a quick message to Haider. I want him to be fully alert and tighten the security at RK Estate.
She stops in front of me. “Now you better tell me what is happening.”
I finally look at her. “We’re being watched.”
“What?” Her expression sharpens instantly. “Are you sure?”
I nod, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
“There are a few men dressed in black trying to blend into the crowd. But their eyes are on our table.”
“Who do you think they are?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. And I don’t care. We’re leaving.”
Without wasting another second, I grab her wrist and pull her with me. This time, she doesn’t argue. She’s alert now, just like I am, as she looks around while we walk back towards the table. Even my attention is everywhere. Because now that the underworld knows the Dark Prince is alive, half the b*stards out there want me dead.
After Cape Town, after putting the entire underworld at gunpoint and marrying Siya in front of everyone, I’ve made enemies faster than I’ve made allies. It could be wanting revenge. Anyone wanting blood. Anyone wanting me dead.
I can feel Siya clutching my arm tightly as we walk. I don’t think she’s afraid for herself. She’s worried about the family too.
The moment we return to the table, I announce. “We’re leaving.”
Simran almost chokes on her drink. “My God! What happened in the restroom that suddenly you want to leave?” she grins. “We’re not going anywhere for another hour.”
Meher immediately agrees. “Exactly. We just got comfortable.”
Before I can say anything, Ayaan rises to his feet and exchanges a look with Vishnu, who immediately straightens in his chair, becoming equally alert.
“Meher, it’s late. We should head home,” Ayaan tells her as he helps her get up.
Vishnu stands as well. “Yeah, enough for today,” he says lightly. “I don’t want my sister staying up too late with my future nephews or nieces on the way. Come on, let’s get her home.”
Meanwhile, Krish is already on the phone with someone. We are just following security protocol.
If someone is watching us…
If there’s even the slightest threat…
Nobody touches our women… our family.
