Zale P.O.V
Another fucking sleepless night! I stroll around my bedroom balcony with a glass of bourbon in my hand.
It’s been two days since I brought Amara here, two days of having her live just a few blocks away from me, two days of being addicted to her intoxicating scent, two days of her thoughts messing up my mind.
Abandoning her back there with a bunch of men is driving me crazy, knowing all my men's eyes would be skimming her every move but right now I need to keep her away from me before I do anything I regret.
The sudden click of my door alerts me. I turn towards the entrance and see Asher entering.
“What are you up to?” he asks, pacing towards me.
“Just chilling!”.
“Geez, who would chill in the freezing night breeze without a fucking shirt on?” he complains.
I ignore him taking a sip of my drink.
“I am here to talk about tomorrow's mission” he finally utters.
“What about it?”.
“The plan is to seduce Mr. Wang and steal the pen-drive from him. So, we need a woman, a beauty to be exact!” he replies.
“Whom are you suggesting?” I raise a brow and he spills the very expected name.
“Amara..”.
She was indeed a beauty, everyone who has eyes which are working can acknowledge that. But no I don’t want her on this mission for a fucked reason, which i couldn’t figure myself out. +
“Not her. She is not ready yet. Find someone else!” I dismiss.
“Why? Aren’t you training her up for missions like these? So, what’s the problem? Don’t tell me you started to care for her!” he taunts.
“I care about nothing but the mission. This can be our only chance; I don’t want to mess it up!” I roll my eyes at him.
“If you say so..” he shrugs.
“How’s Amara training going, anyways?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Apparently, she is trying to refrain from using her leg and focusing more on simple tricks with knives” he updated.
“Why?” I frown.
“Because she sprained her right ankle” he reasons.
“During the training?”.
“No, since the day you brought her here!”.
Since the first day? I think back on where and when she got hurt.
“Okay then, I shall go and find a woman for tomorrow” he left bidding good night.
Dropping the glass on the coffee table, I quickly put on a shirt and start heading towards the training building.
I pass over many of my men and notice Albert at a far end corner. In a moment Albert immediately notices my presence and walks up to me.
“Boss, did something happen?” he questions.
“Where is Amara?”.
“She is done with her training for today, she should be in the changing room” he fills in.
Acquiring the info needed, I head towards the changing room.
Standing right infront of it, I raise my hand for a knock when I hear her velvety voice.
“Thank you, Jackson!”.
My anger shot up hearing another man’s name from her mouth. Then comes a different voice.
“You look beautiful when you smile, Amara”.
His fucking audacity.
I literally kick the door open and see the scene unfolding infront of me. Jackson tucking Amara’s hair. He fucking touched her?
My body burned with rage. It took every nerve in my body to restraint myself from killing that fucker.
“What the hell is happening here?” I lash at Jackson.
“Boss!” his tone trembles.
“Did I interrupt your lovey-dovey moment?” I turn around to meet Amara’s frightened gaze and say the words I never intended in the first place.
“You will be going on a mission tomorrow!”.
“But boss, she is not yet ready---” I glare back at him and he zips up.
I then dash out of the changing room.
Entering the mansion, I stride directly towards Asher’s bedroom. I need something which can help in deflecting my anger and work has always been the best option.
As I approach, the moans erupting loudly from Asher’s room just add up to my frustration making me bang hard on his door.
In a couple of minutes, the door opens.
“Who the hell---” he stops.
“Zale!?”.
A scowl on his face with no shirt and undone pants; I look behind him and see a woman under the sheets probably naked.
“We need to discuss tomorrow's mission” I say.
“Well, I am currently occupied with something that concerns the same. You wanted me to find you a girl who can seduce and that is what I am dealing with!” he points to the girl laying in his bed.
“Two minutes. In my study!” I say and leave.
“You son of a bitch!” his yell resonates in the hallway.
Next Day
Zale P.O.V
At noon, I entered the training building, only to see Amara, Albert and Jackson already gathered and discussing a few things probably regarding today’s mission.
I never expected Amara to adapt to this lifestyle this simply. I expected for her to break down, give up, fall through but I was amused when I saw her pick up every hurdle I threw at her.
Apart from being fascinated, a part of me felt content witnessing how much she belongs here, WITH ME. Being ALL MINE!
“We will go over everything only once, so I need all of your undivided attention here!” I slam the table, still angry at last night’s scene.
The meeting went on for an hour or so, and the whole time, Amara avoided my eye contact every single damn time. Wrapping up the meeting I attended with my other matters in hand. It was already evening and time for the mission by the time I returned.
Walking straight up to the training building, all I search is for Amara. At the entrance, I see Albert and Jackson all ready.
“What about, Amara?” I ask.
“Still in the changing room, boss” he informs.
Standing infront of the changing room, I knock on it and receive no response. Another knock and still no response.
Impatient, as I turn the knob around and open the door wide. And soon my eyes fall on the enthralling figure hiding in the room.
In a daze, my legs pace towards her as the door shuts with a thud grabbing her attention, as she finally faces me.
The red satin cloth flows elegantly till the tip of her toes. The thin straps holding onto her exposed shoulders relaxes the neckline low, revealing a right amount of her cleavage. The perfect fitting of the dress hugged her body at the proper curves.
Only when she shuffled on her feet nervously under my gaze, I found the slit start at her mid-thigh through which her slender long leg peeks out. Fucking hell!
The urge to roam my hands all over her body, the urge to take her right against the wall right now, had me doubting my limits.
Having a mind of their own, my legs walk up to her. A gasp erupts from her when I slam her roughly against the wall behind her.
“Your body scent is dangerously enticing, kitten” I feel her shiver as I dig deeper into her neck inhaling.
A smirk growing on my lips aware of the effect I have on her.
Grasping both of her hands which are desperately trying to push me away, into my one hand, I pin them above her head. My free hand slowly trails down to her thigh feeling her tense up under my touch.
Her breath hitches when my cold hand comes in contact with her warm exposed skin where the slit starts.
“W-what are you doing?” she staggers.
“Take your fucking hands off me!” she wriggles.
“Why? Isn’t this what you were doing with Jackson last night? You enjoy his touch but not mine?” I squeeze her thigh hard in fury.
“You misunderstood. There is nothing between us” she yelps in pain.
“Oh, sure there is. The way he looks at you, the way he takes care of you, the way he adores you says there fucking is something between you”.
I slip my hand under her dress caressing her thigh softly.
“No, don’t!”.
Her disapproval only makes my hand move higher. Reaching her mid-thigh I feel her knife-thigh strap and sneak in the knife I bought with me earlier.
She frowns at me in confusion once she feels the cold metal against her skin.
“I saw how through and good you are with knives so, I have it made specially for you”.
Amara P.O.VStepping out of the car, I quiver at the sudden night breeze that swept by me. We wait for a moment when the back entrance doors to the club opens and a man who would probably be working for Zale invites us in.“So, once we are positive with the pen-drive, we immediately vacate. No drama!” Zale revises.Nodding their heads, Albert and Jackson mingle into the club and I am once again left alone with him.“I am counting on you, kitten. Do not fuck it up!” he warns.With a nod, I sprint away in search of our target, Mr. George Wang.Walking around for a few minutes now, I spot George at the bar with a few ladies swooning over him.He looks exactly as discussed. In his fifties, grey hair, muscular body still got that body fit, looking wicked.As I take in a breath, I hear his raspy voice through my earpiece which was covered by my flowy long locks.“You found the target!” he says.In the meeting this noon, we decided each of our roles. Zale guides us looking at us through CCTV
Author P.O.V“Sweetheart run!” Edward presages the young Amara.Being the obedient kid, Amara turns around her little soles to make a run for the door but is captured by a pair of two strong arms.“Handle her!” an unfamiliar voice booms through the room.On the command, Amara is dragged out of the room.“Dad!” she shrieks in fear.“Please! Leave my daughter out of this!” Edward begs.Once out of the room, she looks up at the person yanking her and sees a boy who looks some two-three years older than her.“Leave me!” she tries to wriggle out of his hold.“Shut up!” heedless to her protests he tugs her to another room.Locking the door shut, he looks back at the terrified Amara.Launching onto her he grips her hand in his strong steel grip.“Leave me!” her cries echo the hallways.“Please, leave me!”.“Don’t hurt me!”.“Please!”.Her eyes snap open and the first thing she notices is Zale who is seated beside her holding her hands in his grip.“Leave me!” She gets up in fright and crawls
Amara P.O.V“Yes, almost done. Give me a couple of minutes!” I responded to my mother’s yell.This morning I woke up to this unplanned trip which is totally uncalled for considering that we’ve just been to Bali a few weeks ago. But who can say no to a little travel.Finally zipping up my suitcase, I take one last look at my appearance in the mirror as I exit the room. At the beginning of the staircase stood my 7-year-old brother, Ryder, waiting for me to head down.“Little bun” he looks up from his bunny plushie at his nickname.“Why aren’t you down, yet?” I ask while kneeling down to tie his undone shoelace.“I was waiting for you, Amara” he says with one of his signature giggles.Despite me being too older than him, he calls me by my name which I let go because it’s cute when he spells it.“Why?” I ask about being almost done with the shoelace.“Because, you told me I shouldn’t be running down the stairs recklessly because I may hurt myself” he answers.“Good boy!” praising him I gu
Author P.O.V“You either take it or TAKE IT!” standing tall, leaning over the giant glass window while looking over the people downstairs dancing their hearts out, he warns taking a sip of his bourbon.Turning around to the man who is now sweating buckets, he says“So, are you up, Mr. Smith?” he asks, slumping into the couch behind the coffee table.Mr. Smith’s assistant who tagged along seemed to notice his boss’s hesitation and decided to step up on his behalf.“Mr. Windsor, giving you ninety percent of profits is way too much---” the voice dies as a bullet was now put between his eyes making the lifeless body fall to the ground with a thud.“You are making a deal with me. With Zale fucking Windsor. This is my territory you are in. Here I make the rules!” the caution and threat daring anyone to defy him.Firing one last shot at the limp body, he turns to Mr. Smith who is now signing the documents of the previously discussed deal.Once done, gathering his shit together, he bolted out
Amara P.O.VDisregarding the unbearable pain that is being shot through my sprained ankle, the bulky man who had my wrist in a solid grip starts to drag me to god knows where.Soon we pass along a lush green garden connecting to a dense dark forest and finally stop at an old rusted building.As we enter, the foul smell of which I couldn’t put my finger on starts to fill up my nostrils almost making me puke.The silence surrounding every corner of the building arose chills through my spine. So, this is how I die?We then go over a series of stairs leading us down probably to ‘the basement’ as ordered by Zale.The bulky man makes me sit on the chair which was placed in the middle of the room, which creaked at my weight.As we now wait, my thoughts run wild. Who exactly is this person? What did he possibly want with me? My dad called him ‘Zale’. I certainly heard the name somewhere, but my brain refuses to recognise it.Shortly, the man himself decides to grace us with his presence. The
Author P.O.V“Sweetheart run!” Edward presages the young Amara.Being the obedient kid, Amara turns around her little soles to make a run for the door but is captured by a pair of two strong arms.“Handle her!” an unfamiliar voice booms through the room.On the command, Amara is dragged out of the room.“Dad!” she shrieks in fear.“Please! Leave my daughter out of this!” Edward begs.Once out of the room, she looks up at the person yanking her and sees a boy who looks some two-three years older than her.“Leave me!” she tries to wriggle out of his hold.“Shut up!” heedless to her protests he tugs her to another room.Locking the door shut, he looks back at the terrified Amara.Launching onto her he grips her hand in his strong steel grip.“Leave me!” her cries echo the hallways.“Please, leave me!”.“Don’t hurt me!”.“Please!”.Her eyes snap open and the first thing she notices is Zale who is seated beside her holding her hands in his grip.“Leave me!” She gets up in fright and crawls
Amara P.O.VStepping out of the car, I quiver at the sudden night breeze that swept by me. We wait for a moment when the back entrance doors to the club opens and a man who would probably be working for Zale invites us in.“So, once we are positive with the pen-drive, we immediately vacate. No drama!” Zale revises.Nodding their heads, Albert and Jackson mingle into the club and I am once again left alone with him.“I am counting on you, kitten. Do not fuck it up!” he warns.With a nod, I sprint away in search of our target, Mr. George Wang.Walking around for a few minutes now, I spot George at the bar with a few ladies swooning over him.He looks exactly as discussed. In his fifties, grey hair, muscular body still got that body fit, looking wicked.As I take in a breath, I hear his raspy voice through my earpiece which was covered by my flowy long locks.“You found the target!” he says.In the meeting this noon, we decided each of our roles. Zale guides us looking at us through CCTV
Zale P.O.VAnother fucking sleepless night! I stroll around my bedroom balcony with a glass of bourbon in my hand.It’s been two days since I brought Amara here, two days of having her live just a few blocks away from me, two days of being addicted to her intoxicating scent, two days of her thoughts messing up my mind.Abandoning her back there with a bunch of men is driving me crazy, knowing all my men's eyes would be skimming her every move but right now I need to keep her away from me before I do anything I regret.The sudden click of my door alerts me. I turn towards the entrance and see Asher entering.“What are you up to?” he asks, pacing towards me.“Just chilling!”.“Geez, who would chill in the freezing night breeze without a fucking shirt on?” he complains.I ignore him taking a sip of my drink.“I am here to talk about tomorrow's mission” he finally utters.“What about it?”.“The plan is to seduce Mr. Wang and steal the pen-drive from him. So, we need a woman, a beauty to b
Amara P.O.VDisregarding the unbearable pain that is being shot through my sprained ankle, the bulky man who had my wrist in a solid grip starts to drag me to god knows where.Soon we pass along a lush green garden connecting to a dense dark forest and finally stop at an old rusted building.As we enter, the foul smell of which I couldn’t put my finger on starts to fill up my nostrils almost making me puke.The silence surrounding every corner of the building arose chills through my spine. So, this is how I die?We then go over a series of stairs leading us down probably to ‘the basement’ as ordered by Zale.The bulky man makes me sit on the chair which was placed in the middle of the room, which creaked at my weight.As we now wait, my thoughts run wild. Who exactly is this person? What did he possibly want with me? My dad called him ‘Zale’. I certainly heard the name somewhere, but my brain refuses to recognise it.Shortly, the man himself decides to grace us with his presence. The
Author P.O.V“You either take it or TAKE IT!” standing tall, leaning over the giant glass window while looking over the people downstairs dancing their hearts out, he warns taking a sip of his bourbon.Turning around to the man who is now sweating buckets, he says“So, are you up, Mr. Smith?” he asks, slumping into the couch behind the coffee table.Mr. Smith’s assistant who tagged along seemed to notice his boss’s hesitation and decided to step up on his behalf.“Mr. Windsor, giving you ninety percent of profits is way too much---” the voice dies as a bullet was now put between his eyes making the lifeless body fall to the ground with a thud.“You are making a deal with me. With Zale fucking Windsor. This is my territory you are in. Here I make the rules!” the caution and threat daring anyone to defy him.Firing one last shot at the limp body, he turns to Mr. Smith who is now signing the documents of the previously discussed deal.Once done, gathering his shit together, he bolted out
Amara P.O.V“Yes, almost done. Give me a couple of minutes!” I responded to my mother’s yell.This morning I woke up to this unplanned trip which is totally uncalled for considering that we’ve just been to Bali a few weeks ago. But who can say no to a little travel.Finally zipping up my suitcase, I take one last look at my appearance in the mirror as I exit the room. At the beginning of the staircase stood my 7-year-old brother, Ryder, waiting for me to head down.“Little bun” he looks up from his bunny plushie at his nickname.“Why aren’t you down, yet?” I ask while kneeling down to tie his undone shoelace.“I was waiting for you, Amara” he says with one of his signature giggles.Despite me being too older than him, he calls me by my name which I let go because it’s cute when he spells it.“Why?” I ask about being almost done with the shoelace.“Because, you told me I shouldn’t be running down the stairs recklessly because I may hurt myself” he answers.“Good boy!” praising him I gu