“What’s going on, Simon? And why is my I-card not working?” she demanded, she did not have a good feeling about this and she did not want to waste time batting around the bush. Simon let out a heavy sigh, “Sit down, Ira. We need to talk.” his tone was serious and for the first time since morning reality started to sink into her.
He sucked in a deep breath and took out the envelope he was given this morning and handed it to her. She narrowed her eyes at him and he gave her an assuring nod. She opened the envelope and there was a huge bundle of crispy two thousand Rupee notes.
“Simon, what’s going on?” she demanded, all of a sudden aware of the fact that something was not right.
He looked hesitant for a minute but he gathered his wits as he started to speak. “Ira, we have to let you go,” he replied,
Her eyes went wide and she completely zoned out of whatever he was saying next. She had a tough time swallowing the fact that she had just lost the job that helped the survival of her family and her entire world had just come crashing down.
Tears smeared with mascara rolled down her cheeks leaving a black trail on her cheeks, and she had to cover her mouth muffling her sobs. “B-but w-why?!” she demanded, her voice breaking with sobs. She had never done anything wrong, worked hard every day, never took a single day off and yet here she was getting fired for no proper reason.
Simon let out a heavy sigh, “Look Ira I’m sorry but I’m only doing what I was told to do. I got orders from the boss to let you go. He even asked me to pay an entire year's salary,”
Is that supposed to make things better? She closed her eyes shut and took a couple of deep calming breaths. She reminded herself that Simon was just a messenger and probably doesn’t even have any idea about why he was doing any of this.
She wiped away her tears with the back of her sleeves, she knew what she had to do; she knew that only one person could give her answers. She pushed herself out of the chair and stood up. “Thank you for your time, Simon. I know who can give me answers.” she had almost made it to the door when something occurred to her.
“Is he in the club?” she demanded in an authoritative tone that he had never seen her use before. He hesitated for a minute and then nodded, “Look, Ira, he’s in an important meeting right now and I don’t think you…” she cut him off in the middle by slamming the door on his face. She didn’t care if he was in a meeting, it's a matter of her life and her family’s life and that’s all that mattered.
The building had five floors two of which belonged to the club and the next two floors were used by the gang members to run their operation and the final floor housed Victor’s private residence. She had learnt this from one of the girls the first week she had started working here. Though she was only familiar with the first two floors and knew nothing about the rest she was willing to take her risk, all she knew was she had to find him.
She climbed up the stairs to the third floor and found two guards standing at the top of the stairs guarding whatever laid behind. Her heart started to race as she started to ascend the stairs. “Where do you think you are going, hon?” one of the guys asked her, eyeing her up and down. The other guy nudged him and murmured something to him in a hushed tone.
He turned towards her with an unreadable expression on his face, “You are not allowed up here, Ma’am.” he told her his tone now surprisingly respectful. He was trying his best not to check her out and was failing miserably. Her lips curled into a frown not believing the respect she was receiving from these bulky looking men like she was some kind of a princess.
“I don’t care, I need to see him, now,” she replied letting her anger take charge. The guys exchanged uneasy looks with each other and the other guy stepped forward. “We are sorry Ma’am but he’s unavailable right now, we can…” he paused seeing the look on her face. “Look, my hands are tied I can’t let you in,” he told her apologetically.
She closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath. “I don’t care what you can do or what you cannot. I need to see him now and if you don’t step out of my way then…” she trailed off not knowing what else to say. The guy shook his head, staying his ground. Anger shot through her veins and with a sudden burst of energy she rushed forward pushing the guys off her way.
They called after her demanding her to come back but surprisingly they did not follow her. More guys tried to send her away but the look on her face kept them away from her, but she knew that her status as Victor’s girl was what made these guys tolerate her tantrum.
She heard voices coming from behind one of the doors and her courage began to fade away, what if this was the wrong door and she walked into something that she was not supposed to be a part of, again, and this time got herself in trouble? But then she heard his voice and her hesitation faded away. She took a deep breath and pushed the door open and stepped inside and regretted it almost immediately.
All heads turned towards her and suddenly her courage that she had gathered began to fade away from her and it was now that she realized that she was standing in a room filled with gangsters still dressed in her corset dress that was barely covered by the silk robe that hardly reached her mid-thighs. She held back the urge to turn around and make a run and forced herself to speak.
“Victor, can I have a word with you?” she demanded, her tone stern and unexpectedly confident. Her eyes met his and she saw anger flash in those cold grey eyes. Of course, he was not happy about her being here especially dressed like this. God, she should have changed before she came on this suicide mission.
Victor banged his fist on the large mahogany table, “Everybody out, now!” he growled so loud that a shiver ran down her spine. The minute the words were out of his mouth everybody scattered out of their chairs and were out of the room in seconds. She just stood there like a ghost watching the commotion around her with wide beautiful eyes. The intensity of what she had just done sinking into her.
She had just barged into a room filled with gangsters and had ordered their boss to have a word with her. She sneaked a glance at his face and a shiver ran down her spine. God, he looked pissed, really pissed; it was now that she thought her insane idea through. It was foolish of her to storm up here like this.
He leaned into his plush leather chair watching her with hawk-like eyes. He studied her from head to toe and something dark and dangerous flashed in his steel cold eyes. His face was bare of any emotion and she didn’t know what to make of it.
“What are you doing here, Angel?” he asked his tone cold as ice. She took a step back and the corner of his mouth curled.
“I...um…” she swallowed hard.
“Why did you get me fired?” she asked him and the corner of his mouth curled into a taunting smirk. She did not understand what was going on in his beautiful head.
“Come here, Angel,” he ordered, his tone bare of any emotion. Ira could feel her feet tremble and she knew that her sky-high heels would not be able to hold her jello feet for long. She took a step back ready to make a run but he raised an eyebrow, silently challenging her to defy him.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Angel, come here.” he roared and she forced herself to move towards him, her body trembling like a leaf. Sucking in a heavy breath, she walked further into the medium-sized conference room and paused in front of him, putting a safe distance between them.
Victor stood up from his plush leather chair and strolled towards her with lion-like grace. His eyes burned into hers holding her captive to her spot. His face was bare of any emotions and her heart thundered in her chest in anticipation.
She shut her eyes close and muttered a tasteful curse under her breath and took a step back, almost stumbling back with her heels. Two strong arms wrapped around her slender waist steadying her in place, holding her from falling flat on her ass. The brush of his warm fingers over her body sent waves and waves of hot sparks through her veins travelling straight down to her feminine core.
He slowly backed her up against the large mah
ogany table and with one swift movement he hoisted her up on to the polished wooden table spreading her legs with his thighs pressing his arousal over her sex. He put his hands on her sides trapping her in his arms.
He studied her beautiful face and there was no doubt that he was staring at the most beautiful girl in the whole fucking universe. Even the smudged mascara and messed up hair could not hide her natural beauty. He brought his hand to her face and gently caressed her soft rosy cheeks, wiping the black tear stain from her flushed cheeks with the back of his thumb.
Ira shuddered as he slid his fingers from her cheeks to her jaw trailing its way down to her chest, resting just over the curve of her cleavage. “Angel, in our relationship there are rules, and the rules are one: you stay away from my work and two: when I’m with my men you are not going to storm in like how you did tonight, especially dressed like this. All of this baby belongs to me and my eyes alone and nobody else.”
Anger flashed in her eyes and suddenly her body grew tense. “Is that why you got me fired so that nobody else gets to see me like this?” she demanded, her eyes wide with disbelief. How could he take away her one source of providing for a family just so that he could satisfy his damn male ego?
The corner of his mouth curled, there it was the fire that he had seen in her that night and right now there was nothing more he wanted then to burn in her heat. “And if I say yes, what will you do, Angel?” he purred a lazy smirk dancing on the corner of his mouth. Her body trembled in anger and she tried to free herself from his grasp but he did not budge.
“Sick son of a…” she paused realizing that she was just about to cuss at the most dangerous man in the goddamn city. His smirk widened, “You can continue, by all means, Angel. I like my women to be sexy and dirty.” Her wide burning gaze glared daggers into him, and if looks could kill he would be six feet under.
His eyes lingered on her wet plump lips and his anger was replaced with something much darker. She absently chewed on her lower lips and an involuntary groan rumbled through his chest and without warning he crashed his mouth on hers, pulling her into a deep passionate kiss. She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him off her but he was too strong and she was too distracted to think anything straight.
He thrust his hips against her throbbing core and she let out a heavy moan at the touch of his hard erection on her sex. He cupped her butt and pressed her against his arousal. “You feel this baby, this is what you are doing to me,” he growled into her mouth as he sank his teeth into her lower lip. Her intoxicating scent was driving him crazy and all he wanted to do was bury himself deep inside her.
He released her lips and started trailing wet hungry kisses over her jaw. A pleasured moan escaped her mouth and she tilted her face inviting him to access her perfect neck. His hand moved down to the knot of her robe and he roughly tugged at it. The silky fabric unwrapped itself presenting her to him, inviting him to claim her as his.
His eyes roamed over her tiny waist and her ample pushed up breasts that were trying their best to escape the trap of the tight corset she was wearing, God, she looked stunning! He leaned down and pressed his lips on her throat and sucked hard on her sensitive skin leaving a reddish mark on her soft flawless skin, marking her as his.
A moan escaped her mouth as he kept placing soft kisses all over her collar and her cleavage. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her exposed cleavage and she shuddered in pleasure.
“God, I want you so bad,” he growled against her skin and she sighs in response. Her brain was so overwhelmed by the storm of pleasure he was giving her that it had completely lost its reasoning power. Every touch, every brush of his skin on her skin was pure ecstasy and she was losing herself in him.
His hands moved down to her thighs and snaked its way to the inside of her thigh. Her eyes shot open as the reality of what was happening sunk into her. She abruptly pushed him off her and slid off the desk, accidentally dropping her robe to the floor.
It took an entire minute for him to register what had just happened. “Angel, what’s wrong baby?” he asked her in a husky tone as he tried to close the distance between them. She took a step back, “I’m sorry Victor, I’m…” she turned around and bolted out the room leaving him no choice but to chase after her.
CHAPTER 14
She ran till her lungs could no longer take the lack of oxygen. She didn’t understand if she was running from him or from herself, but deep down she knew that she was running from the unfamiliar burn that his touch had ignited deep within her.
It was wrong, terribly wrong but it had felt so right that nothing else had mattered. She had promised herself that she would stay out of the darkness no matter how deep she was in here and yet she had almost given up herself to him like she was some kind of a sacrificial lamb that was offering itself to the dark lord.
Her body still shuddered just by thinking of how perfectly her body had melted in his arms. The way his mouth had claimed her body was enough to give her sleepless wet dreams for life. Every inch of her body wanted to go back to him and let him claim her but the tiny voice in her head that had always kept her safe made her want to run when she still had the chance.
She burst through the back door and stepped into the pouring rain completely ignoring the protests of the bouncer who tried to stop her from leaving in such a condition. She stopped running for a minute and sucked in deep calming breaths trying her best to calm down her racing pulse. Her feet ached with all the running and she knew that if she did not step out of those heels she would probably break her legs.
She raised her face to the pouring rain and closed her eyes shut, welcoming the feel of the ice-cold water running down her face. She let her tears roll down her cheeks and it got lost in the running rainwater. Ira loved crying in the rain, it masked her emotions by concealing her tears and comforted her when there was nobody else to console her.
She felt a presence behind her and two strong arms wrapped around her shoulder forcing her to turn around and meet a set of angry grey eyes. Her heart nearly stopped beating and for a minute she forgot why she had created such a huge fuss. He pressed her against his rock hard chest making sure that she did not escape again. His grip was so tight it was almost painful but he did not care, she was right where he wanted her and he had no intention of letting her go.
“You have a really bad habit of running away from me, Angel. Too bad, you won’t be going anywhere until you tell me why,” he demanded, his words laced with dark fury that threatened her to challenge his authority.
“Why did you run from me, Angel?” he asked her again, this time a little softly. She did not dare speak a word; she did not know what to tell him. She lowered her gaze not wanting him to see the defeated look in her eyes. He put his index finger on her chin and tilted her face up to meet his gaze.
“Angel when I ask you a question I expect an answer. Why did you run?” he repeated, his lips curling into a frown as she kept ignoring his question.
She once again lowered her gaze and sighed. “I don’t know,” she replied honestly.
He studied her face for a long minute trying to analyze her statement. She looked scared and confused and that’s when the realization started to sink into him. He had knowingly or unknowingly overwhelmed her with his impatience. After what had happened last night his entire body was on high alert and having her that close had made him completely lose control.
For a moment he had completely forgotten that his angel was untouched and his bold behaviour had overwhelmed her. He had completely blown away his plans of taking things slow and now he was way out of self-control and all he knew that he had to have her.
He gently cupped her face in his hands and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss and surprisingly she did not fight or resist him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal passion. She closed her eyes and kissed him with all her heart, letting all her doubts fade away. She was in love with him and that’s all that mattered.
He pulled away from her for a minute to tell her what she needed to hear. “Listen to me and listen carefully, I’m going to take you to my penthouse and make you mine. This is your last chance if you don’t want me, get the fuck out of here and never show me your face again and if you…”
He did not get to finish the statement as she captured his lips with hers drawing him back into the kiss, silently telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. He kissed her back, meeting her passion and surrendered himself to her as she gave herself to him. He gently tilted her face, dragging his attention to her plump lower lip, sucking and nibbling at its softness.
The rain poured over them serenading their union; this was it he was finally going to claim his girl. He gently pulled away so that he could study her beautiful face. Her rain-drenched hair clung to her face and he gently brushed it away from her face. He swept her off her feet and picked her up in his arms. “Now, no running away, little Angel.” he beamed at her and she blushed like a newlywed bride.
He pressed her to his chest and walked back into the building completely ignoring the curious glances he received from his staff who stared at them with wide eyes and open mouths. She buried her face in his chest covering her face from the attention they received.
He leaned down to kiss her hair, “It’s okay baby, you are mine and they know it.” he told her with a smug smile on his face.
He pressed the button to the elevator and the steel doors slid open and he stepped in punching the security pin to his penthouse. “This elevator only goes to my penthouse. So it’s off-limits for everybody else,” he informed her as he watched the confused look on her face. Of course, this elevator was off-limits for everybody except for him and Kevin. She was told that the very first day she started working here.
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