5. You have five minutes

Abraham

"It's a complete loss for me, Abraham", Zakir leaned back to the couch, pushing the briefcase full of cash.

"Did you open the briefcase yet?", I grumbled, bending towards him. "Come on, Zakir. Open and look inside"

Zakir's eyebrows drew together as he held the briefcase.

"I hope there's no bomb inside", he lifted an eyebrow suspiciously as I smirked at him, taking a sip of the beer.

"Your father should have come here instead of you, Zakir. You're still behaving like a kid", I bent towards him, locking my fingers. He frowned, gazing at me.

I hated dealing with those kids who were afraid of my offers. He grumbled while looking at me and opened the briefcase. I smirked. I knew how to tackle these young adults. They couldn't tolerate a word that hurt their ego. Zakir was the son of my long time business rival who was trying to be a business partner after ending the long term enmity. However, his father Azaar wasn't willing to show up at my secret residence. Zakir was barely twenty years old.

"What's that?", he inquired, lifting a pouch full of colourful tablets. "Just a pouch? You said this is the value of our deal. This?"

"Do you know what's this?", I asked him and he shook his head in NO. I chuckled.

"Foxy methoxy. One of the strongest and powerful drugs in the world, banned in Albania. That single pouch costs half a million", I announced as he dropped the pouch, gazing at me in disbelief.

"Half a million?", his mouth fell open.

"Go and give it to your father. I have nothing to do with you anymore", I told him, finishing my drink. He kept looking at the pouch, trying to figure out what was so special in it.

"You may leave, Zakir", I raise my eyebrows, pointing towards the door. He threw me a cold look and signed his men to move.

"Thanks for having me here, Abraham", he proceeded with his hand. I shook hand with him, then he made his way towards the door with his men.

"Abraham!", Shabbir called me from the entrance as I looked up at him.

"How's going, Shabbir?", I passed him a smile and folded all the sheets from the table, handing them to the deputy.

"What are you doing here? Tell me that first", he exclaimed, reaching me out, screwed up his face.

"What?", I rolled my eyes, pouring another glass of beer as he grabbed my arm.

"What the fuck is going on, Bhai (brother)?", his expressions hardened.

"What?", I drew my eyebrows together, glancing at him.

"You called off the marriage with Shashank's granddaughter? Have you lost it?", he shrugged.

Somewhere I knew Shabbir was gonna react like that. That was why I hadn't notified him before taking the step.

"Yes", I answered firmly.

"But you weren't supposed to do that", he panted, throwing his hands abruptly. "This marriage was fixed. You didn't utter a single word against it for the last six months. What made you suddenly take this decision? Come on! Abraham, you're freaking me out"

Shabbir got on my nerves sometimes. I was a man of patience and I loved to do things in a frigid mind even if I was the most formidable man of Albania. It was not easy to burn the fire inside me which saved the lives of many. And no can could easily take the advantage of my outrage, I had never let anyone.

"Shabby, don't you think you shouldn't poke your nose in this matter? I mean it's personal", I grumbled.

"Personal? Are you forgetting that we don't have anything personal? Your marriage was no way near to personal", he munched his words.

"Behave!", I dabbed on his back with a smile. "Don't forget that I'm your boss"

I hated to do that. Reminding him that he was one of my deputies before he was my closest friend. His eyes wobbled and he drew back his gaze.

"Yeah, sorry for that", he growled. "I thought to remind you of the consequences. Shashankveer Mehta is not an easy man. You think he will let you go after what you did?", he snapped in distress.

"I can sense the concern but...."

Suddenly, the alarms started to ring. I and Shabbir gaped around the wagon and then looked at each other. Someone had tried to reach inside my quarter. One needed a special password to enter here unless the person would get caught while breaking into the quarter. Shabbir instructed the guards to check out the entrance and surroundings. In a moment, there was a hue and cry in my quarters. I was startled by this too.

That was the first time that the alarms made a noise inside my wagon. Nobody ever dared to make a way here. Who the fuck was that?

"Dang! Who dared to do this?", Shabbir grumbled. "But whoever this is, made a great mistake"

We could hear the sound of alarms and guards running here and there simultaneously.  I cursed under my breathe. My blood shimmered for the first time after I entered this world. It shuddered me from the core in wrath, proving me wrong that there was no one who could take a risk to challenge me.

"Chief", one of the guards rushed to me, keeping his head down. "We found no one around"

"Then what's the alarm about?", I crushed my teeth, trying my best to grip on my wrath. There were more than three hundred guards occupied around the quarter and not a single fellow could spot the nonnative.

"Show me the CCTV footage. You guys are good for nothing", I shrugged, dragging myself towards the monitor room where a bunch of eyes were occupied. As I entered inside all of them stood up and made space for me to hop in. I rushed to the screens asked one of them to moderate.

"Rewind", I ordered him, placing my hands on the table, glueing my eyes to the screens. As he rewinded the clips, I roll my eyes at every screen.

There was no movement inside the wagon before seven minutes. I still had the patience to examine it well. Suddenly, my eyes moved to a screen that showed slight movement in the darkness. It was the footage of the front gate. Fuck! Who was that brat? He had the guts to break inside through the front gate. I focused on the screen and sensed him climb the big bar.

"Dang!", Shabbir snapped. "Who's that? He just climbed the bar? You have finally gotten someone who can give you the equal difficulty"

"Just shut the fuck up, Shabbir", I spat.

My focus became more intense when that fellow walked towards the doors in the red lights.

Really? I screamed into my mind as I saw the face of the fellow.

"It's a girl", one of the guards cried out, settling his pistol. "Chief, she is visible in the third wagon. We are going for the encounter"

I said nothing instead I raised my hand to stop them and moved my eyes to the next screen. She was wearing black all over, made a tight ponytail. I couldn't be wrong to recognise her. Soon the distress of my face changed into a wide smirk as she looked at the camera with her devasted eyes. I should've known that it was her. Only she had the guts to challenge me, no one else.

"You're smiling?", Shabbir jerked me. "See this. A girl. And guess what she is staring at the camera?", he exclaimed in disbelief. "What's happening?"

Nobody could recognise her in dimmed red light. However, I knew every detail of her face, how she glanced, how she walked, how her body looked like.

I said nothing in reply and made my way to my wagon again as all of them followed me.

In the middle of the wagon, I spotted her, I faced her back, examining her from head to toe. I must admit that she looked hotter in this than a stupid bridal attire.

"Who the.....", Shabbir strived to say something but I grabbed his arm.

Meanwhile, she turned around to me. Our gazes moulded with each other. Her ebony black eyes scorched like fire as her jaw shook.

"I'm impressed", I clapped while taking steady steps towards her. Her eyes were still burning at me. "And I'm not surprised",  I chuckled, moulding my gaze with her. "It was expected only from you, Amayra Mehta"

"At least, I don't commit something unexpected like you, Abraham Harris", she clenched her teeth while speaking.

I was standing only half a feet away from her still I could feel the heat of her body. She never missed a chance to catch my eyes. I took two steps close to her as she looked down at my feet and again lifted her gaze.

"However, it could be dangerous. If I wasn't here, they would've slaughtered you right here", I said in a low tone.

"I am not afraid of these silly things", she gritted her teeth. Then the scent of lavender which I had sensed last night was enough to tease me.

"Why are you here?", I drew back and turned around, directly coming to the point. "Your grandfather has sent you, right? See, I have nothing to do with you. That alliance, that deal, everything was a part of business between me and Mr Mehta. Let him do his job and don't drag yourself here"

"Not everything is about your business, Abraham", she uttered in a cold-disappointed voice as I was forced to look at her. A teardrop shone in her eyes. "I'm not here to talk about your business, your world and my grandfather. I'm here to seek my answers. Those answers have nothing to do with your business. It's all about me, my emotions and the betrayal I got"

She faked a smile as her nostrils flared, drawing me thicker to her.

"Shabbir", I took his name while staring at Amayra.

"Sure", he uttered. "Everyone, move"

My wagon was vacated in just ten seconds. I stepped towards her until she was just an inch away from me and her warm breath touched my face. She had something captivating which forced me to get close to her.

"You have just five minutes", I cross my arms across myself.