Chapter 4 A Greek God

Zayn’s P.O.V.

After exhaling a deep breath, I settled down on my large black leather chair in my office. Leading the Russian Mafia was hard, but I couldn't let all the sacrifices, training, and torture go to waste without reaching my goal.

I had been in the Mafia since the incident that took place in my childhood when I was only fourteen. It had been eleven years since that incident, but I still felt the same pain even now. But one day, I would certainly find closure, and I knew what I had to do.

Mr. Shrikant Oberoi!

Yes, only the death of this man could cause me closure.

A knock on my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw Marco and Kabir entering my office.

"We finally got the information, Zayn," Kabir said, and Marco nodded.

"About?" I asked.

"Shrikant Oberoi." I clenched my fists upon hearing his name.

He informed, "This time the yearly meeting of all the billionaires to meet and interact is happening in India, and as Shrikant Oberoi is from India, it's quite obvious that he will personally be attending. No one knows your identity as a Russian Mafia. You don't attend a mafia ball, so meeting him was difficult, but by attending this white collar meeting, you will interact with him."

"Are you trying to say that I have to visit there?" I enquired.

"Yes."

I declined, shaking my head. "I won't. Kabir. I'll think of something else, but I can't go there."

"Z-" Kabir stopped, seeing my facial expression.

"Marco, can you please give us a few minutes?"

"Yes, sure." He went out.

I explained, "Kabir, you know, right? That place haunts me. I can never visit that place; we have lost everything there. I can't go."

He tried to convince me, "We can't fall weak, Zayn. After coming this far, we can't back out. In these years, we were just waiting for the opportunity, and now we can't back out."

"But-"

He cut me off.

"Zayn, don't forget the condition we are in because of that fucking bastard."

His words reminded me of the pain we endured.

He continued, "We have got the information that Mr. Oberoi is looking for a groom for his beloved daughter. From my source, I got to know that he loves his daughter a lot; that's why he kept her identity hidden. To extend his business, he is finding the groom. This is the perfect opportunity for us, Zayn. If we want to destroy him, we have to make this move. You don't even have to impress that Oberoi, your mere presence will be enough for him to get impressed, you're the most popular Billionaire Zayn, the most eligible bachelor and a leading business tycoon, he will be at your service by all himself, you can join hands with him and then we will get access to his business, and we will ruin everything."

My mind raced as I thought about his plans.

"But, Kabir, what about that girl? Don't you think what happened to us we are doing the same with that girl? What's her fault? We can't ruin her life, and you know very well I don't hurt innocence." I asked, unsure.

"Zayn, I'm not saying to hurt her. You can leave her. We will not hurt her. Or maybe in all this, you fell in love with her?" His teasing tone irked me.

I chided him, "Shut up, Kabir. That's not funny."

Just because he was my best friend and brother, that's why he tried his luck. Besides him, no one could even think of opening their mouth in front of me.

"Yeah, I know." He chuckled, trying to lessen the tension.

"And you know me, I don't believe in marriage and all. It's not meant for me and I cannot involve any innocent woman to clean up my mess."

"But what if she wasn't innocent, Zayn? What if she was like her father?" He persisted, deliberately ignoring the marriage topic. Seems like he had already made up his mind.

I sighed. "Still, she wasn't involved the year back. She has nothing-"

"Zayn, it's our chance. It's been eleven years. Think about the pain we went through. We can't miss the opportunity."

His words lingered in the air, pushing me towards a decision.

"The plan is on," I said in the end, staring straight and ready for my revenge.

Kabir is right about the pain which we went through because of that fucking asshole.

No matter what comes with my revenge, I'll not step back.

After eleven years of waiting and pain, I will find peace by making his life hell.

***

Myra’s P.O.V.

"Do you know why he called us so urgently?" I asked Roshini, as we had been waiting inside the manager's cabin for the past five minutes. It wasn’t our shift, but still we ten people were waiting for him as he had sent the message to us.

"He better have something good to say, otherwise I will curse him to die while holding orgasm," Roshini murmured, irritated, while my eyes widened.

God, this girl. From where did she think all this?

"Jeez, Rosh. Have some filters, please. We are at work." I immediately chided her, looking around. I could see other staff members staring at us.

Shit. Did they hear us?

Gosh, what they must be thinking?

"What? Is there a mirror on our face?" Roshini glared at them and they immediately looked away.

This girl!

"Chill babe-"

She stopped as the manager walked inside his cabin.

"Seems like someone has put his ass on fire," Roshini commented on seeing the manager who took his seat. He seemed pretty exhausted.

I felt curious and confused as the manager gathered us in his cabin for an urgent meeting.

He began, "I know you guys must be wondering why I called only ten of you here for an urgent meeting,"

As we nodded, he continued, "Well, our owner is coming tomorrow, and it's his first visit to India. I want everything to be perfect. I can't overlook even the slightest mistake. I've already informed the rest of the staff, but I'm telling you ten separately because I have appointed you guys to serve him and look after his needs," His words tumbled out in one breath as if he had been holding them in for a long time.

'Okay. It's weird. I mean, I know the owner is coming here, but why is he so nervous? It's not like he's gonna eat us up. Right?'

As I thought, the manager's words snapped me back to reality. "You guys are hearing whatever I'm saying, right?" He asked, looking around the room.

Everyone nodded in agreement, including me, even though I had missed most of what he had said. Oops!

"You ten will be working exclusively for him during his stay here. You will attend to his every need, and whatever he says, you all will be at his service." He explained further, glancing at me and then others.

"Okay?" He asked, and we nodded.

"The fifteenth floor will be his and his brother. His bodyguards and some of his special staff will be staying on the fourteenth floor. So those two floors are reserved for them, and no other workers will be allowed. Just the ten of you will take care of everything. I'm putting my faith in you, so don't disappoint me. Got it?" He asked, looking at each of us for confirmation, and we all nodded in response.

"Good, now go do your work. I've already texted you all the details." He said, settling down on his chair and finally taking a sip of the water.

***

The rest of the day was pretty hectic as we kept running around to look out for the preparations.

Finally, it was 10 pm, and we got done with our work. Now we had the morning shift as the owner was going to arrive at midnight, so five staff members stayed up with the manager, and the rest of us had the night off.

"Finally done with work." Roshini sighed as we headed out of the suite where our owner was gonna stay.

"Yes," I said.

"But I'm excited." She exclaimed.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

We had been working hard since the morning, and she was saying she was excited. It didn't lined up well with her personality, as she was the one who had been sulking the most when she received the text.

"Our boss is like a Greek god, I've heard. Gosh, I can't wait to see him, Myra!" Roshini said, going into her dream world, and I just shook my head. Typical Roshini! "Are you also getting excited, Myra?" She asked.

"Yes. But only because he's the owner and I'm working as his employee, so I'm excited to meet him. It's a pleasure to meet such a figure because of whom we are independent and able to fulfil our basic needs. So, yes, I'm excited to meet him, but respectfully, not like you." I chuckled as she made faces.

"He's hot and from Russia. Does that make you excited some other way or should I say wet down there?" She inquired with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

My eyes widened hearing her, and I immediately looked around to see if someone was listening to us.

Uff. No one. Thank God.

I glared at her and she chuckled, "I'm getting all the Klaus Mickelson vibe. I'm drooling. Are you also-"

Roshini's words shocked me, and I responded her in a serious tone, "He is our boss, Roshini. Don't think about these things. It's bad manners. Very unethical. So please stop dreaming about him."

I watched as she made faces and retorted, "Oldy."

Confused, I asked her, "Huh? From which angle does a 21-year-old girl seem old to you?" I felt a bit offended by her remark.

Roshini smirked and replied, "From the brain."

I rolled my eyes.

"Uff, loosen up, babe. Get a little dirty, a little naughty," Before she could finish her sentence, I cut her off.

"Where did you learn all this stuff?" I asked, genuinely curious because the way her brain works was definitely not normal. Not at all.

With a mischievous grin, Roshini replied, "From W*****d. You know what, babe? I think you should start reading the stuff I sent you once." Her words made my cheeks turn crimson, and I felt a mixture of embarrassment and intrigue.

"No! I will not. I can't believe you read porn," I started, but she interrupted me.

"That's not porn, babe. Stop disrespecting them," she said, pointing her finger at me.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?"

Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck!

Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut."

She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

I shook my head at her. "Shut up, Roshini. Gosh, you're so bad. What will happen if somebody hears us?" I looked around nervously, worried that someone might overhear our conversation.

"They will also get some ideas. Nothing else." She answered in a playful tone, making me chuckle.

This girl can never be serious. Never!