MAFIA INDEBTED (Mafia Series #1)

Chapter 5

"The dealings in Lahore were sorted out. We have to send in capital through Karachi to make this project complete. The Chinese investors want to discuss about options for Gwadar as well."

"Hmm, I see. Handle it carefully Zameer." He ordered and the man nodded in affirmation. His secretary left with the given orders and when they were certain that no one is present, Zameer, who was tall lean man with pitch black hair and eyes stared at his boss with utmost seriousness.

Shehryaar eyes him blankly and motioned his finger for him to stay silent; he had noticed the change in Zameer's body posture which made him understand that what they were about to talk about was about his 'other' business. Shehryaar pushed a button in the left side of the his desk and immediately, the familiar click of the doors and windows indicated that they were now locked in a soundproof environment with multiple cameras footage being revealed on the computer screen on his desk.

Motioning two fingers for him to speak, Zameer began, his dark eyes void of emotions and his face completely blank. "We caught the spy. Apparently he had not only been supplying the eastern mob with our supplied but also had been sabotaging a few of our shipments to Dubai." He said.

Rage flashed in his grey eyes. Shehryaar held no regard for traitors. He dared to betray him! Red hot anger pulses through his veins. He wasn't surprised since the eastern mob had been growing strong lately but what he didn't expect was that one of his one people would turn out to be the spy. He trusted all his men. He was a leader, a Mafia boss of the most dangerous gang in the country, the Mutehda Muhajir movement (united emigrates' movement) party that was on the surface a political party fighting for the rights of the emigrants who came from the neighbouring countries yet in truth, it was a malicious Mafia gang that recruited and trained emigrants and made them into killing machines. Shehryaar held power over them and was the leader of a hundreds of thousands of men. In time he would be so powerful that he could easily overthrow the government and take over. But recently, his half brother Nawaz, who was the illegitimate son of his father, had become the gang leader in the east and started conspiring against him. It was easy for Shehryaar to be done away with him but he had bigger plans that's why he was being patient and letting his fucked up brother make his small efforts in trying to distract him. But this was beyond enraging when he learned that now he was making traitors out of his own men: men that HE owned! the mere mention of one of his own people betraying him made him angry beyond compare.

"What else?" He growled, his voice calm but his eyes said otherwise. Zameer knew this side of Shehryaar all too well.

"We interrogated him yesterday. The bastard wasn't speaking much in the beginning, but when we started with cutting off his fingers one by one, it didn't take long for him to open his mouth. Turns out he was one of Nawaz's after all." He informed.

Shehryaar balled up his fists. He already knew that yet it always made him furious. "Keep that fucker alive. I want to deal with him personally." He sneered and jumped to his feet from his luxurious leather chair. Turning in the button again, the familiar click of the locks opening had him going towards the door as he buttoned up his suit jacket.

But Zameer's hand on his shoulder stopped him. He glanced at him to see a sympathetic look enter his eyes. "Also, did you do it? Did you take her?" He asked.

Shehryaar narrowed his eyes at him and smirked. "Of course, after all I always take what's mine."

"You sure about this?"

Shehryaar let out a humourless laugh. If it were anyone else who dared to inquire about his actions, he would've ripped their throats out by now but Zameer was his most loyal and trusted second in command. He was even on friendly terms with him because they had known each other since they were children.