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Mafia Indebted

"Don't please," she sobbed, shaking badly. The fear of her situation was slowly sinking in. "Please let me go, I want to go home." She cried. He smirked and cupped her face. She immediately stiffened upon his touch and stared into his Smokey grey eyes. "You are home, tara, this is your home now, by my side." He spoke firmly. She saw the determination in his eyes and her eyes widened with shock. "No!" she shrieked and tried to push him away but he didn't budge. Before she could retaliate, he had caught her wrists in a vice-like grip with one hand and locked them down  while with the other hand, he firmly griped the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her scalp, making her whimper. "Refuse me again tara, go on, I fucking dare you." He hissed, his eyes blazing with rage, the grey had darkened. But she wasn't one to give up so easily. "Let me go..." she tried to shout but was immediately silenced by his lips crashing against hers into a fiery harsh kiss. Meet Anissa Ghalib, a young doctor, possessing a strong, kind and confident character. She's a known beauty and has a very high moral sense and regard. For her, family is everything and she would do anything to protect her family. So, what happens when a certain grey eyed crime boss claims her as his? Shehryaar Ghulari, the cold and ruthless mafia leader of the country's most dangerous Mafia; He's a powerful man who gets anything he wants. He's cold, brutal and absolutely inhuman, a borderline psychopath. For him, morals and ethics hold no meaning, Family is nothing. He rules with tyranny and loves every bit of it. What will happen when the country's most powerful and dangerous man becomes indebted to a certain doctor? It starts with a twisted malice, obsession, murder, lust, politics, darkness, sacrifice and love.   A story where Innocence clashes  with culpability. Simplicity with sophistication. Bloodlust with conscience. Lust with Love. Good with Bad.

Beenish Shaheen · สมัยใหม่
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102 Chs

Chapter 68

"We tried..." He panted and tried to catch his breath but the pain was too excruciating. "We tried our best... boss... but..." The man grunted and screamed in pain as a sharp blade was plunged into his chest, straight into his heart. His companion saw how mercilessly he was killed as the blade was withdrawn and streams of blood flowed out of the fresh wound; the man began to breath his last breaths, his eyes fixed with the cold emotionless grey eyes of his Saeen. His companion shuddered in fear. He had never seen a human look so frightening before.

"Fucking perfect," the man heard his boss say for his grey eyes were fixed with fascination on his captive. And it increased the sense of dread and fear in the man. Served him right: he should've known what would've happened if he didn't produce results.

And now, the poor soul had no one to blame but himself. And the fear of death consumed him: a painful miserable death at the hands of his own boss.