He had told her that if she sees anything out of normal here she should not even think of going anywhere near it and today was one such day. She closed her eyes and silently prayed to God hoping that this ends soon and she could go back to work. But she knows that ain’t going to happen any time soon.
Ira was startled out of her thoughts by a loud male scream and her eyes shot open. She saw a bunch of guys beat up a man who kept begging them for his life. One of the guys hit him hard on the head silencing him for once. Was he dead? She panicked but then he was hauled back into his feet and she let out a relieved breath.
She was suddenly distracted by the black sedan that drove past her and pulled up by the men and she immediately recognized the classic black Audi almost immediately. She covered her mouth muffling a gasp that threatened to escape her mouth. He was here; Victor was here Oh God, what a mess has she got herself into?
CHAPTER 2
Earlier that evening Victor had received a phone call from a friend in the Narcotics warning him about the upcoming raid that his colleagues were about to make on one of his warehouses by the coast. Somebody from his gang had been leaking information about the operations going on in the gang to his colleagues and tonight he was going to show that bastard what happens to those who double-cross him.
This guy had been peddling confidential information to the narcos for quite some time and he was also responsible for that dreaded shootout that had taken place last month. Jay: his good friend and trusted soldier had died in that shootout and at least eight of his men were badly injured. Victor didn’t take such matters lightly and he knew that he had to put down the mole to raise the morale of his men.
Jay was a good man and his death was a huge blow for him and his men. But he was not going to let his death go in vain, that pig was going to pay for what he did and he would make sure of it. His men had captured him at the airport this afternoon where he was trying to flee the country and brought him back here. And now he was going to be rewarding him for what he had done.
Usually, he would never come down to the ground level to deal with such issues. He had efficient men to do it for him and his people knew that he did not do well with traitors. But today’s issue was personal. This guy had cost him the life of a friend and he was going to pay for it with his own.
He glanced at his diamond-studded Rolex and a smirk spread across his devilishly handsome face. He had the kind of a face that made you stop on your tracks and yes he was used to it. His face was strong and defined like they were a work of a really good sculptor. His deep grey gaze was like the edge of a knife, beautiful and dangerous.
Even at the age of thirty-five, he had a boyish smile that he rarely showed. Not that he had many reasons to smile in his life. His ruggedly built body was neatly tucked under a black three-piece suit which enhanced his dark and dangerous aura.
Victor was not the kind of a man who waited around but tonight’s event is worth the wait. Watching his boys beat the living daylight out of the bastard was something he would pay to watch. Honestly, he was not the kind to waste time in torturing unless he needed to get information out of them. But tonight he needed nothing but revenge. He needed to send a strong message that nobody messes with him.
“Are you going to let them beat him to death or will you get your ass out and do what we came here to do?” His friend and right-hand man Kevin demanded dragging his attention to him.
Nobody would have dared to talk to him in that tone, but Kevin was an exception. They had grown up together and had known each other all their lives. They had been trained together for their respective roles. He, to lead one of the country's most powerful crime families and Kevin, to be his second in command.
Their relationship was that of brothers rather than that of mere friends. Kevin was probably the only person on this planet who knew him well and for the rest of the world; he was the heartless monster who did not give a damn about anything or anyone, not that they were wrong.
“I would rather watch him beaten to death then dirty my hands with his filthy blood.” He shot back at him.
Kevin raised an eyebrow, “And let the age-old tradition of punishing the traitor with your own hands go to hell?” he asked him, his voice laced with sarcasm. Damn, how could that have slipped his head? God, the oath that he had taken years back was now biting back at his ass.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed; time to do what he had come here to do. He unlocked the door and one of his men stepped forward to open the door for him. He stepped out of the car and was instantly welcomed by the cool night breeze and his lips twitched in appreciation. The weather was surprisingly pleasant, certainly not a night fit for doing what he was here to do.
The air smelt of rain and the sea and it reminded him of the good old days when he lived a nice carefree life. But that was a long time back and now he was a changed man who ruled one of the most powerful empires of the country and a carefree lifestyle like that would simply ruin his business and set a wrong example to his men.
“Did he confess anything other than what we already know?” He asked Kevin as he walked to his side. He shrugged in response, “nope, other than sleeping with his brother’s wife nothing.” He replied. Victor chuckled, things people do when they are just about to die. Pity he was not in a mood for humour or he would have had a good laugh.
“Well, well, look what do we have here; the traitor in flesh and blood.” He announced stalking towards him with lion-like grace. The man could barely stand and it pleased him to watch him suffer like this. His men have done a great job with him. He could see the fear in his eyes and it pleased him immensely.
“Did you really think you can screw us all over and get away with it?” he demanded, his tone eerily quiet. The man's face visibly paled and he burst into tears. “Victor, please don’t kill me, I didn’t do anything; it’s all a misunderstanding.” He begged him, falling at his feet.
Victor's mouth thinned into a hard line. He hated it when people threw themselves at his feet begging for their lives. He believed that mercy was for the weak, a warrior would never hesitate to die for his cause, unlike these morons who were willing to lick his boot just so that he would let them live.
“You should have thought it out before you sold us all out. Buddy,” he told him quietly, his face gave away nothing but the man knew that his time was up. Colour visibly drained from his face as the tension thickened in the air.
Victor pulled out his gun with a ghost of a smile dancing on his handsome face. He put his gun under his jaw and forced him to meet his eyes. He wanted to look him in the eyes before he ended his life. “Goodbye my friend, see you in hell.”
Two gunshots erupted through the quiet of the night and the man’s lifeless body dropped to his feet and he kicked him off hard. “Bastard” he muttered under his breath as he passed the gun to Kevin. A soft feminine gasp caught his ears and his body stiffened, alarmed by the sudden intrusion. Somebody had just watched what had happened and now he had to end another life.
His men started looking for the source of the gasp and one of the boys spotted a girl trying to flee from the scene; catching her without much of a sweat. The girl thrashed and wriggled under his grasp demanding to be released but he just tightened his hold on her and dragged her towards his boss.
Victor’s gaze followed the commotion and watched Greg drag a young girl towards him. His lips curled into a smirk as he watched the girl put up a feeble attempt of freeing herself. God, why can’t girls these days put up a decent fight?
He was knocked out of his thoughts when they stepped into the light and his eyes landed on the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
The young girl was mesmerizingly beautiful; her big beautiful eyes were adorned with thick long lashes that guarded her chocolate brown eyes. Her small heart-shaped face was pale and unblemished but it was her full pouty lips that highlighted her face.
Her long hair was pulled into a simple ponytail that was brushed over her right s
houlder. She was dressed in a pair of old jeans and an ill fitted T-shirt which flattered her perfect body in no shape or form but neither could it hide the gorgeous body that hides under it. He absently moved his feet towards her and only paused when he was inches away from her.
He put his index finger under her chin and raised her gaze to him, forcing her to meet his gaze. An unfamiliar overwhelming sensation washed over him; something he had never felt in his entire life and his mind started to wander to places he had no business in and he wondered how it would be like to wake up every morning to see an angel-like face like this in his bed.
Her beautiful brown eyes watched him in awe and a ghost of a smile broke into his face. She was drawn to his good looks and it pleased him immensely, at least this attraction he was feeling was not one-sided. He lowered his gaze to her inviting mouth and his heart nearly skipped a beat. God, up close those lips simply looked irresistible and every inch of his body wanted to kiss her right here right now.
The image of pinning her against the wall and kissing her senseless kept bugging at the back of his head and he struggled to push it out of his head. He took a step closer to her and brushed his thumb over those lusciously full lips. Gosh! They were so soft like delicate rose petals and it took all his strength not to lean in and kiss them. Her body shuddered in response to his touch and the corner of his mouth twitched. Just the reaction he wanted.
He gestured to his men to let her go and they immediately released her. He took another step towards her almost invading her space and let his gaze rest on her beautiful face. ‘She had the face of an angel’ he noted to himself. Up Close she looked so much lovelier then she did a few minutes back. She had no trace of makeup on her face, not that she needed it and it surprised him. She was so lovely that no guy with a right mind would let her slip from his arms.
The thought of some other asshole putting his hands on her made his blood boil and he had to force the thought out of his mind. God, what the hell is wrong with him today? This was not the first time he was seeing a beautiful girl, but then again this was the first time any girl had managed to gain his attention without taking off her clothes.
“You are not supposed to be here, Angel.” the words rolled out of his tongue in a velvety trance and a shiver ran through her veins.
He rested his thumb on her lips caressing its soft surface with the rough pad of his thumb. She stifled an involuntary gasp that his touch awoke deep within her and she lowered her gaze in submission. He traced his thumb over her lips one more time and moved his finger down to her jaw and then to her slender neck. He startled her by grabbing her throat and she whimpered in fear.
“Who sent you here and why were you spying on us?” he demanded, getting straight to the point. There was no point in beating around the bushes. What business would a girl this pretty have in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night? Ira opened her mouth to speak but no voice came out and momentarily he was distracted by her mouth.
‘A sinfully tempting mouth.’ he mused to himself as he watched her with hawk-like eyes. She parted her lips and he almost lost it. ‘Get a grip you old beast,’ he scolded himself, dragging his thoughts back to the matter in hand. The last thing he knew she could be a snitch working for the narcos.
She gasped under his iron grip and it was then he realized how tight his hold was. He finally loosened his grip over her and half-heartedly took his hands off her warm skin. She gasped for air hungrily sucking in deep breaths as her hands rested on her throat.
Victor watched her with an intense gaze waiting for her to regain her composure. He almost regretted hurting her but he knew that it was a necessary evil. If she was a snitch then he will have to do much more than just hurt her. But he was going to have fun doing it.
His men were still alert in case she tried to flee but looking at her beautiful face he knew she would not dare to do any such thing. Nobody in their right mind would try to defy him and he didn’t think she would do that either. Though it would have pleased him more if she did it. It was always more fun taming a wild cat than a lousy house cat.
“Who sent you here?” he demanded, his voice cold like the steel of a knife. She flinched at his tone but recomposed herself soon. Victor raised an eyebrow; ‘Interesting, very interesting,’ he mused to himself, not many women are capable of doing this and it pleased him immensely.
She closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. She had nothing to fear, she had her truth on her side and nobody could take that away from her. “Nobody, I mean nobody sent me here.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze, “Look I work here; I was running late so I had no choice but to use this door.” she told him breathlessly pointing at the closed back door.
Victor’s lips thinned, she worked here? Then why hadn’t he seen her here before? A face like that would never go unnoticed. He studied her face and he knew that she was not lying. He took a step towards her invading her personal space and she sucks in a sharp breath. He could smell her soft intoxicating scent of roses mixed with a hint of vanilla and it was driving him to the edge.
“If you work here you should have been here two hours back. Don’t you know the club rules?” he demanded and she instinctively took a step back.
“I got caught up at my day job and couldn’t leave on time. I promise this will not happen again,” she assured him. He was intrigued by the way she was holding her gaze to him and he knew that she was only doing it to prove her innocence to him.
The corner of his mouth curled in clear amusement. The girl has a spark in her and he’s curious to know what more was left to un-reveal about this beautiful girl. He took a step closer to her covering the distance she had just put in between them and gently caressed her cheeks and she sucked in a breath. He knew his touch was affecting her the way it was affecting him and the thought pleased him.
“What’s your name, Angel?” he asked her, his voice husky and raw. She hesitated for a long minute and it started to irritate him. Her silence was pushing him to the edge and he did not like it. “I don’t have a habit of repeating myself, Angel,” he told her, his tone cold yet unapologetically sexy.
She swallowed hard and forced a nod, “Ira, my name is Ira.” she blurted out, her voice soft and breathy which almost caressed his dark soul.
The corner of his mouth curled, “Ira,” he tested her name and the way her name rolled out of his tongue made her heart flutter. He watched her squirm under his hot gaze and he loved the effect he was having on her,
“What do you do here, Angel?” he asked her.
What would a girl like her do in a place like this? She very certainly did not look like one of the escort girls, at least not dressed like that. Plus she looked too young to be working in a place like this. If he had to guess her age he would say she would be in her late teens or early twenties. In all ways, the girl is way too young for him but he was an ‘age is just a number’ kind of a guy so it didn’t bother him.
She hesitated for a minute and he wondered why. Maybe she is an escort and is too embarrassed to say it? She closed her eyes and sighed, “Look I’m only here to work, I will not tell anybody about what happened here, please don’t kill Me.” she pleaded to him, her voice soft and breathy. He stared at her for a long minute and the courage she had been gathering started to evaporate into thin air.
He threw his head back and laughed, “If I wanted to kill you, love, I wouldn't have been wasting my time chit-chatting with you. Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.”
She hesitated for a moment and sighed. “I work for Simon, I’m one of his dancers,” she replied, casting her eyes down.
His lips curled into a frown as he let her words sink into him. ‘You work for me,’ he wanted to correct her but he held himself back. If she was a dancer then why didn’t he see her here before? He would have never missed a beauty like her, especially on a stage but then again he didn’t pay much attention to any of the performers on the stage. Maybe she was one of those college girl
s who worked here part-time and only came here when they were short on staff or needed more cash, which was the story of a lot of the girls working here.
“Now that wasn’t that bad now, was it? Anyway it was nice meeting you Angel, you may go now.” the minute the words were out of his mouth she turned on her heels and sprinted towards the door and disappeared into the building. Victor smiled to himself as he watched the closed door, he knew what he had to do and he knew that she was not going to like it.
CHAPTER 3
Ira was not one of those girls who had ever performed on the front line let alone taken the role of a lead dancer, not that she minded. But tonight for some bizarre reason she was put on the lead and there was nothing she could do about it.
She was one of those girls who had no problem blending into the shadows than being on the spotlight. If it would have been any other day she would have found some other girl to take her place. But tonight she had no such luck. Simon had made it very clear that he wanted her to be in the center and would not listen to any of her pleas to let her do what she always did.
“Sweetheart, you have the face of an angel and the body of a seductress. I would be putting my job at risk if I let you hide behind the shadows.” he had tried to reason with her and she being her usual coy self could barely put up a decent argument with him.
Simon was a good guy but he was very particular about his girls and expected nothing less than perfection on stage, isn’t that one of the reasons why he had picked her even though she had made it clear to him that she was not comfortable giving private shows and had straight out declined to participate in any sort of physical or sexual acts including lap dances?
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