The Pakhan's life...

Mazov drove off watching her closing the curtains on him. He asked his driver to change the route and to go to the cabin instead.

He closed his eyes, his fingers rested on the top of his forehead. As soon as the darkness crept in his vision, he saw her soft features again. Her delicate and small button nose on the top of her red lips.

Her blonde hair reached the shoulders of her thin frame. Kia, was a fairy sent to this Earth. He had no doubts. When for the first time, he met her at school he was mesmerized by her kindness towards him.

Growing up, Mazov had everything he ever wanted. The son of the popular judge and an English teacher his life was pretty much perfect from the very start.

At least what it seemed to everyone. But behind the walls, the story was different.

Heck, his parents weren't even his biological ones. Well, his father was but the mother was no one to him. She was just the Judge's wife who could never conceive after 12 long years of their matrimony.

So, the devils had planned an illegal Surrogacy with the poor teenage maid who worked in their big mansion.

The car stopped in front of an isolated cabin in the middle of woods. He asked his driver to leave.

Mazov walked carefully on the broken stairs. With more cautious on the door, he creaked it open. After finding his favorite spot in the corner, he relaxed a bit.

The pakhan, Pakhan and Pakhan.

But right now, he was just Mazov. A simple man with a horrible past.

At nights, he would wake up angry and would punch the walls. He was a born sin. A kid born due to ra*pe. His thirty - two year old father forced his seventeen year old maid to have a kid. And when Mazov was born, he was snatched from her. She was thrown out of the mansion with a warning to never disclose it to anyone. He had never seen her or talked to her ever. The truth is a like a sunlight, which can he hidden by clouds but will certainly come out. So his past came to him like lightning.

His mind drifted back to Kia, his high school sweetheart. She was a girl with a humble background. Her dad worked as a driver and her mom never worked.

When they started talking, she came out as a shy and scared dove. She would flinch at the slightest of his movement. He helped her with everything. Her home work, her extra curricular activities but still something was always off about her.

The day he got to know about the truth, it was the worst phase of his life. Kia's dad was sexually abusing her. He saw the marks on her wrists and didn't let her go until she told the truth to him.

With a scared face of hers, she slowly pulled off her sweatshirt. Mazov clenched his fists tightly , the pressure hurt his hands .

Her abdomen was full of bruises and what anyone would call " love bite " . He just couldn't handle the fact that grown up men prey on young girls. Why did they do so? Didn't their intuition kill them while thinking about it?

" I can make him stop doing it. " one day he whispered in Kia's ear after school.

" Stop him from doing what? " She asked horrified. He knew she was still in denial phase.

" Stop him from breathing, laughing and touching you. " Her eyes widened due to shock. She shook her head crying.

" No, Mazov. We can't do that. Plus we are no criminal. I don't want you to be in jail. " Mazov wiped her teary cheek.

" No one would ever know. People die all the time. Due to heart attacks, failed break tyres and house fires. " He talked trying to get her attention. But she was running out already as her father's car pulled in the school drive way.

Mazov, was sleeping in his bedroom when his phone's screen popped up with a text. He came back to his senses immediately.

It was a text from Kia.

" This is my last night as an earthly creature. I will always love you. Yes I love you Mazov. I can't live now. I don't want the pain every night. Bye. "

Mazov had run out of his room to reach Kia. But it was already late. She was dead and gone forever. Making a hole in his heart.

He never loved anyone after that.

But Catalina's eyes showed him the same pain. There was something behind her powerful demeanor. He wanted to get to know her. She was starting to become his obsession.

He wanted to help her. At least this time.

Though, he himself was no saint. Everything that happened in his life shaped his mentality to that of a cold murderer.

Someone knocked on the door. He knew perfectly who the person was. Mazov unlocked the door and a beautiful brunette walked in wearing a sun dress.

Mazov, sat on his bed removing his shirt and watch.

" Strip " He ordered but she was already out of any cloth.

She sat on top of him. Playing with his hair and kissing the side of his neck.

" Don't touch me. " He held her hand and threw them away from him.

He hated touching. It reminded him that he was cheating on his dead love.

But now when he was about to kiss the girl, the face of Catalina appeared in front of his eyes. Her blue eyes hiding something very painful from him.

This was not good. Not at all. He stood up.

" Where are you going? " The girl asked touching his hand slightly.

" I can't do this. " Mazov threw her a handful of notes and left her alone counting them all.

After he made a call to his driver, he came to pick him up within 10 minutes.

On his way back home, he received a call from his private investigator.

" Pakhan, you should really see what information I have gathered about this girl. " He told her.

" Yes. I will be there in 30 minutes. Is there anything I must know about? " He asked.

" Yes. She's working for our rival. There are other things too. " The PI replied.

" Well. Great then. " Mazov disconnected the call.

He dialed another number.

" Get her now. Take her to the warehouse. I will be there " . He instructed the other person.

Mazov rested his head on the back of the seat.

" I hate traitors! " He said through his clenched teeth.