Mafia Conquest. (Mafia love story #2)

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Chapter 9

An eire like silence followed only with her heavy breathing echoing around. Panting she slowly stand with the help of the wall behind her. Her heart was in her throat because she knew someone is standing there and observing her every move like a predator.

On instinct she turned and was about to go for the door when with a harsh grip on her hair she was yanked back. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she closed her eyes in pain.

She didn't realised her veil has slipped off her head to her shoulders and the person was pulling her hair which are in a bun. Tears brimmed her eyes.

"Le-ave m-e!" She struggled but the person only turned her around roughly and gave a harsh jerk to her hair making her face the ceiling. And her tiny fists landed on a hard and broad surface.

A strong smell of lavender with hint of musky scent filled her nostrils and she knew that she had smelt it before but where.

She can feel someone's breath above her face and she coward back in fear but that man being far from decency jerked her head making her cry out in pain. "Le-t g-go!" Her tiny fists hit his broad chest as she felt like hitting a wall.

The man abruptly let her go as the girl fell down on the floor hands first, panting. She can feel him crouching down near her as she scooted back. Her eyes full of fear with lakes of tears.

"Where is Jamal?" Deep powerful voice spoke making her startled as she continued to scoot back keeping her mouth shut. Never in her whole life she heard such dominating and intimidating voice.

When the man realised she isn't going to respond in an instant his large calloused hand clasped around her chin so harshly making her lips to pucker up.

A small cry escaped her lips as her small hands tried to remove his deathly iron grip. The man jerked her forward earning a gasp from her as he seethed. "I don't like to repeat my self girl. SPEAK UP!" He almost snarled.

She flinched and closed her eyes in complete fear. "I-I don't k-now w-ho is Ja-ma-l." She hitched.

If possible the man tightened his grip on her earning a sharp cry from her. "Ahhh!" Pulling her roughly towards him. His free hand wrapped around her cascading long honey locks, which came undone due to his last ministration, he gave it painful tug.

"I hate liars!" He hissed near her face. The girl was on her knees but yet she felt extremely small in front of that unknown man. His voice was so powerful and menacing that she felt like hiding under the bed.

"I'm n-not l-lying." She cried feeling burning in her skull.

"Let go of me!" She yelled bit confidently as she hit his chest with her tiny fists to get herself free but the man wasn't even budging, holding her in his iron grip.

Letting go of her face with a jerk he grasp her left hand in his large one the girl tried to struggle but stopped when he applied deadly pressure on her hand. "You're wearing his ring!" He seethed venomously.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, her crying seized for a bit and confusion coursed her. "No! My-my f-fiancé g-gave i-it to m-me." She felt nauseous at the mentioning of her fiancé but if this could save her than she would probably want to get out of this hell.

He let her go roughly as she stumbled back and he stood up. His posture menacing. "Where is your fiancé Jamal!" He seethed in rage.

Anisah felt a tremble in her body at his voice. The girl closed her eyes in complete fear as the man strolled in the room, his heavy boots echoing. Wallah! She didn't know any Jamal and this person is claiming him to be her fiancé. She kept her mouth shut as she was scared to say a word, tears continually flowing.

Clutching her veil tightly she kept it secured around her frame.

"FUCKING SPEAK!" He growled making her flinch and tremble. Opening her eyes with quivering lips she spoke up.

"Z-zain is my f-fiancé. Wallah! I d-don't know a-any Ja-Jamal... pl-ease l-let me g-go." She speak while crying.

A menacing rumble of laughter had her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. The man laughed mockingly.

In the next second her arm was taken in a lethal grip as the man yanked her up and her small hands landed on a hard chest. "Such an innocent face! I believed you for a second there." His voice held anger.

"What is Zain's full name?" The man asked mockingly.

Anisah stiffened in her place. She didn't know his full name. Feeling her throat drying she softly mumbled with teary eyes. "I d-don't k-know." Her lips quivered as she struggled to get out of his grip.

That did it for him. Her innocent card pissed him off and his blood boiled in fury. "I'm asking you last time. Where is Zain Jamal?"

The girl lowered her honey coloured orbs as tears fell freely. "I-I...." Her lips and chin quivered as she spoke. "I d-don't k-know."

His patience was evaporating as he tightened his grip awfully hard as the girl screamed out in pain, clawing at his hand on her arm which was crushing her bone.

"STOP" She vailed in pain as her small fists hit his wall like chest but it had no affect on him. And in complete hysteria and pain she bit his hand that was crushing her arm.

The man didn't even hissed as his grip got loosened, with pain and quivering lips she pushed hard on his chest and angrily yelled.

"Janwar!"

(Animal!)

The black of his irises completely filled the green giving him an ominous aura. An eire like silence resided in the room which was broken by a harsh sound that now resounded in each corner.

Slap!

He slapped her. It was so brutally harsh that she fell on the floor and her head got hit with something, blood oozed out of her forehead and pure darkness consumed her senses.

***

Michael was enraged as he charged towards the guy who was laying on the basement floor all beaten up. "You FUCKTARD!" Punch on the jaw as the guy landed on the floor and a shrill scream caught his attention.

It was the woman he has seen few times in the haveli. She's the head maid there. These fucking traitors.

Ibrahim was standing by the door his eyes bloodshot. Michael felt like killing someone. Taking his pocket knife out he went straight towards the woman who was tied on the chair with the ropes.

Without giving it a second thought he went straight and stabbed the knife in her tied hand earning a shrill painful scream.

Her son Jameel tried to help his mother but Ibrahim kicked him hard in the ribs earning a painful groan from him.

"We were helpless!" The woman named Shazia yelled crying. "Jamal blackmailed us!" She cried again.

Michael gave her the deadliest glare and that only made the woman to shrink back in fear.

"My niece is his fiancé, she did all this on his sayings!" She spoke in pain, her eyes glued on her son.

"They both blackmailed us into this on our lives." Shazia cried. Michael gaze bored into her as he spoke with ferocious calmness.

"And y'all were saints enough to submit." He hissed voice dripping with venom.

Ibrahim kicked Jameel on his legs earning a painful groan from him. "BASTARD! You dared to slap my sister!" He seethed.

"Trust me she made us do this! It was her who told Sana to go in the garden. It was her and Jamal's plan. And they were going to marry today. Pl-please remove this knife!" She cried out.

"You want me to remove it?" He asked with such calmness that Ibrahim tensed knowing where this is going.

Abruptly he twisted the knife in her hand earning an ear piercing scream from her, Jameel tried to help his mother but only ended up getting a harsh upper cut punch on his face and he was knocked out.

Fuming Michael left the basement in rage to teach this so called niece a lesson. Ibrahim didn't followed him to the old room where the girl was kept.

Unlocking the door he slowly went in. His steps unheard. A small frail girl, clad in white was cocooned up against the wall hiding herself completely in her veil. Her was hidden.

She was sleeping!

Rage filled his insides recalling the bruised face of his sister. He went to restroom and came back with the icy cold water in the bucket and he harshly spilled the water on her and she jolted awake like lightening.

That is when his eyes widened a bit in shock and then realisation. She is the same girl from the mosque and the haveli. The veins in his head popped with anger about thinking her to be Sana's friend and she betrayed his sister and even plotted against her.

Unknowingly the images of her being Zain Jamal's fiancé racked his brain making an unknown menace to roll off his body.

When the girl abruptly turned to leave he caught her honey coloured soft hair in his iron grip pulling her back. Turning her around he came face to face with teary eyes and red nose.

Her dress was slightly wet but her veil was covering everything. He had to admit her face was the definition of innocence, but her deeds tch!

"Le-ave m-e!" She cried and her tiny fists landed on his chest.

His hard breathing hit her face and she crouched back in fear. "Le-t g-go!" Her tiny fists hit his broad chest as he felt nothing at her soft blows.

"Where is Jamal?" He asked. When she didn't respond he roughly hold her chin harshly making her lips to pucker up, red due to crying.

"I don't like to repeat my self girl. SPEAK UP!" He almost snarled.

She flinched and closed her eyes decorated with thick wet curled lashes in complete fear. "I-I don't k-now w-ho is Ja-ma-l." She hitched.

Her answer only infuriated him. He hated the ones who deny the truth. His hold tightened earning a cry from her. "Ahhh!" Pulling her roughly towards him. His free hand wrapped around her beautiful cascading long honey locks as he gave it painful tug.

"I hate liars!" He hissed near her face.

"I'm n-not l-lying." She cried, her chin quivering.

"Let go of me!" She yelled all of a sudden hitting his chest with her tiny fists. "Why I'm h-here?"

His eyes landed on her hand on his chest. Beautiful small white hands but what got him angry was the ring in her ring finger. Letting go of her face with a jerk he grasp her left hand in his large one. "You're wearing his ring!" He seethed venomously.

She slowly faced up, kind of peeking through her eyelashes, if he didn't knew any better he would've thought she can see at that moment. Her crying seized for a bit and confusion coursed her features. "No! My-my f-fiancé g-gave i-it to m-me."

He let her go roughly as she stumbled back and he stood up. His posture menacing. "Where is your fiancé Jamal!" He seethed in rage. Just the mere mention of that bastard increased his anger.

Her eyes were closed in fear and her body was trembling. Clutching her veil tightly she kept it secured around her frame like her life is possessed in it.

"FUCKING SPEAK!" He growled making her flinch and tremble. Opening her eyes with quivering lips she spoke up.

"Z-zain is my f-fiancé. Wallah! I d-don't know a-any Ja-Jamal... pl-ease l-let me g-go." She speak while crying. Her big honey coloured eyes full of tears and her nose red from the tip, her lips red. She was looking awfully innocent.

Her words made him laugh but it wasn't a happy laugh but a mocking one.

In the next second he yanked her up and her small hands landed on his chest. "Such an innocent face! I believed you for a second there." His voice held anger.

"What is Zain's full name?" The man asked mockingly.

She stiffened in her place and kept quiet for a second. "I d-don't k-know." Her lips quivered as she struggled to get out of his grip.

His eyes landed on her quivering items for a second.

But her words did it for him. Her innocent card pissed him off and his blood boiled in fury. "I'm asking you last time. Where is Zain Jamal?"

The girl lowered her honey coloured orbs as tears fell freely. "I-I...." Her lips and chin quivered as she spoke. "I d-don't k-know."

His patience was evaporating as he tightened his grip awfully hard. "STOP" She vailed in pain as her small fists hit his wall like chest but it had no affect on him. She bit his hand that was crushing her arm.

He didn't even hissed as loosened his grip, with pain and quivering lips she pushed hard on his chest and angrily yelled.

"Janwar!"

(Animal!)

Anger popped in his veins and in utter rage of her given endearment he back handed her.

The girl fall down far away due to the impact and her head got hit with the foot of the bed and then she was unconscious.

He stood there for seconds staring at her unconscious form who was still clutching her veil to her body like an armour.

"Ab tumhe janwar ban kr dekhaunga."

(Now I'll show you my animal side.)

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