MAFIA INDEBTED (Mafia Series #1)

Chapter 5

He passed a hand through his hair and gave Zameer a determined look. "She dared to insult me. Now she has to pay." He snarled and left for the door. Zameer looked at the retreating figure of his boss and smiled gladly.

Well this ought to be fun. He also left the office and headed to his destination where he knew what he had to do while Shehryaar was in his car and sped to his penthouse suite on top the Hotel Grand in downtown Islamabad.

He was pleased with himself for he finally had what he wanted in a long time. He as entered his luxurious home, his long strides led him straight to the bedroom where he knew his prize was lying in wait: in sleep.

With silence, he entered the room and found her asleep on his huge king sized bed. Smiling to himself, he felt his heart accelerate as he stared at the gorgeous beauty in front of him.

I've been waiting for a long time for you, meri Tara.

Quietly, he sat on the edge of the bed and bend down a little as he took in her features. Fair skin, straight face with slight indentions in her cheeks revealing the prominence of her jaw and cheek bones, full plump lips, long dark lashes that fanned her cheeks. Beautiful curly chocolate brown hair. Slender neck with prominent collarbones sticking out of the collar of her shirt as well as her perfect sized breasts that he had to almost resist the urge to kiss, bite and suck on them. Of course he wasn't about to allow himself to disrespect her in her unconscious state, but he had to restraint himself badly. Caressing the back of his hand on the soft smooth creamy skin of her cheek, he felt himself go hard and the want for her was almost excruciating for him. He felt possessed of her.

At last I have you now. You're mine. I'm never going to let you go. Prepare yourself meri pyaari Tara.

She really was like a Tara: a star. Shinning so brightly that her beauty was almost mesmerising to him. In all his life, he had his fair share of women-- they would fall in his feet for him yet this woman showed him the cold shoulder and treated him like he was nothing. And again, he felt his anger flare up. No one treated Shehryaar Ghulari like that. They always ended up paying dearly for this crime. And she had done just that and he was going to make her pay for her crime.

Not only had she disrespected him but her parents humiliated him by rejecting his marriage proposal.

Quietly getting off the bed, he strolled to the bathroom. He needed to calm himself down before she woke up otherwise he feared that he might do something that he might regret.

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Slowly, her mind drifted into consciousnesss yet her eyelids were still heavy with slumber; she fought it to open her eyes and when she did, she was greeted by the unfamiliar surroundings of a white flush bed and pillows. Her eyes trailed to the ceiling in confusion and that's when her mind started to recall: realisation dawned on her and she jolted upward in a sitting position only to have her head spin and stomach knot up. Her heart was beating drastically fast as she looked around the room-- white walls with various paintings, a large flat screen television set hung on the far corner of the room as well as a whole wall was panned with glass panels while the opposite wall held dark doors that resembled closet doors.

Where am I? Who brought me here? She was slowly starting to panic and was about to get up when her body froze at the familiar deep voice of her captor.

"Ah, you're finally awake!" He chirped, his voice sounded a little pleased. She craned her neck and saw his large frame standing at the door with arms folded, dressed impeccably in a black collar shirt and dark dress pants, the muscles of his arms and forearms were bulging out, his face blank, jaw clenched yet his cold grey eyes intensely stared at her.

"What? Where am I?" She asked in a small voice and got to her feet. Her legs began to shake so she held onto the night stand for support as sheer terror began to clench at her heart when she saw Shehryaar move towards her.

"S-stay where y-you are!" She stammered in a broken voice, her hand moving up in silent demand. A deep throaty chuckle vibrated from his chest as he kept moving towards her until he reached her hand and gently took it his.

"I don't think that you're in any position to make demands." He claimed, his voice dead serious.

Her eyes widened and as if his touch burnt him, she instantly snatched her hand away. She began to run in the direction from which he came only to have him catch her by her waist and hold her strongly against his chest.

"No!" She screamed and began to punch his chest only to earn another amused chuckle from him. "Let me go! Let me go!" She shrieked. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage as cold terror sealed through her skin and made her senses hyper aware. He on the other hand was enjoying her little outburst until amusement got replaced by annoyance.

"Enough!" His loud voice was enough to silence anyone but she wasn't having it and kept punching and clawing at him. Sighing, he released her waist and backhanded her, hitting her cheek and causing her to fall on the floor.

Touching her cheek, she felt the sting of the hit and looked up at him in shock and fear: no one had ever raised so much as a finger on her and this man had raised his hand on her. He just fell in her eyes even lower.

"You done? If you are then now we can talk like adults instead of you acting like a spoilt brat because trust me I will not hesitate to put you in your place." He deadpanned, making Anissa gulp and her already shaking body began to shiver more.

"Wh-what do you want?" She inquired, her voice breaking. He smirked and squared to her level, grabbing her chin gently, her stared deep into her hazel eyes, causing knots to form at the pit of her stomach. "Isn't it obvious by now?" He said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I want you."