PROTECTIVE

"Get the FUCK UP!" Abaan screamed at Charlie who was in deep slumber laying on the couch. "Do you come here for sleeping?" Abaan again roared as he started wearing his shoes while glaring daggers at Charlie's way.

"It's all because of your wife that my wife left me early in the morning." Charlie at last sat up in the couch stretching his arms.

"And if anything happens to my wife then it will be because of your wife." Charlie tried to intimidate Abaan but how could he succeed in that as before him was the mighty king of Mafia.

"FUCK OFF!" Abaan screeched as he grabbed his car keys signalling Charlie to get up.

"Where are you taking me? Didn't you listen what they said it's girls day? And your wife isn't a baby. They will come by evening." Charlie stood up following him but he couldn't get offended by him as they both exited the suite.

"Hey, we were coming to you for breakfast." They were walking in the corridor when Hamza's voice stopped them. They turned around to find Hamza and Dan