In a dark and menacing room, a man was suspended upside down, his agonized screams reverberating as two merciless men relentlessly beat him with hot rods. Two burly figures in black shirts and trousers, each holding a rifle, stood guard at the door. A tall man, clad in a black tuxedo, strode into the room, his face etched with sullenness and eyes ablaze with fury. He was Andrew Anderson, a Mafia Boss known for his rudeness, arrogance, aggression, and ruthless dominance. The world quaked under his authority; none dared to defy him, and all lived in dread of his power. Following him, another figure in a black suit entered, Mike, Andrew's right-hand man. Andrew trusted no one but Mike, a brotherly bond forged through loyalty. Mike's unwavering priority was Andrew, and he would go to great lengths to protect his boss. Upon Andrew's arrival, the men beating the suspended man halted their actions, bowing their heads in obedience. Andrew opened the buttons and took off his coat, striding
"Boss, I think something is wrong with that girl. That woman beat us like this." One of his men groaned while still lying on the floor. "No, you two are useless. A girl defeated you. Shame on both of you. I never want to see your faces again." He chastised them before storming out of the room in fury. As he searched for her in the club, he called Mike and ordered his other men to locate her. "Hello, Boss." Mike answered the call. "Mike, get over here as soon as possible," he instructed. "Okay, boss." Mike replied, ending the call and placing the phone in his pocket. One of Andrew's men informed him that the woman had left the club. Andrew stared straight ahead with a serious expression on his face. **** Mike and Andrew stood in the security room, watching the CCTV footage. When Chloe entered the club in the video, Andrew instructed, "Pause it." The security guard stopped the video in an instant. "I want to know everything about her." He pointed at her in the CCTV footage and o
At night, Andrew sat on the royal king chair, puffing on his cigarette, lost in deep thoughts. He had a serious expression on his face, with three buttons of his black shirt left open, revealing his strong physique. He looked ruggedly handsome. He pondered about Chloe, 'That girl is mysterious. When I aimed a gun at her, I saw no fear in her eyes. The way she fought my trained men suggests she's no ordinary girl. I strongly suspect she's a secret spy. I'll make her reveal the truth.' The next day, Chloe parked her BMW car at the club and stepped out. She looked stunning in a tight-fitted white knee-length dress with white heels. As she walked into the club, a guard stopped her by grabbing her hand, causing her brows to furrow in anger. She glared at the guard and gripped his arm from behind in a swift motion. "How dare you touch me? Nobody has the right to touch me." She chastised him for his actions. "I'm just doing my job. I was instructed by my boss." As the guard explained
Andrew's man entered the torture room with confidence. Her brows furrowed in puzzlement. "Where is your boss?" He didn't answer her and approached her. As he reached in front of her, she smirked and pressed the bridge of his foot with her high pencil heel. "Aaaa." The man cried out in pain, and her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Open me." She commanded, asserting her dominance as if she were the one in charge. "I can't. I'm here to interrogate you. Just reveal what you're hiding, and I'll release you." He responded. She rolled her eyes and thought, 'Oh God! Why do they think I'm hiding something? But it's good for me; I'll get more time to admire Mr. Handsome. But I don't know why he sent this idiot here.' "Ask your boss to interrogate me. I'll only answer to him." She stated in a curt tone. "First, I will interrogate you. Our boss will come if necessary." He explained her. "So now I have to endure him. Oh God, did I come here to see this idiot's face?" She murmured to herse
A week had passed in a whirlwind as Chloe remained engrossed in her blogging and business. She was a fashion blogger and the owner of a fashion company. She worked hard for five days nonstop, and on weekends, she partied hard and enjoyed her life to the fullest. It was Friday night, and she was lying in her lavish bedroom, dressed only in black lingerie, looking sexy with her brown hair tied up in a messy bun. Her room's color theme was white. She wondered about Andrew, 'I've been longing to see Mr. Handsome for a week. Should I visit his club again? I'm not scared to go there, but I'm just confused.' She murmured, "Why shouldn't I visit one of his other clubs?" She grinned and grabbed her phone to search for his clubs. "Wait, I don't even know his name." When she was about to type on G****e, she realized that she didn't even know his name and made a pout. "First, I should search for his club, which I visited last week, to find out his name." She typed, 'who is the owner of the R
Chloe found herself in a dark room, bound to a chair, yelling and struggling to free herself from the tightly knotted ropes. Perplexed about her unknown kidnapper and the reasons behind her abduction, she couldn't fathom any enemies she might have had. The men who brought her there stood like deaf statues, paying no heed to her desperate pleas. A strong man in a grey suit stepped into the room, the others bowed their heads in deference. His sinister grin met Chloe's defiant glare, and she shrieked, "Open me, you bastard." "You're close to Andrew. If you provide all the information about him, I'll free you." He declared, advancing toward her. "I'm not close to him; I met him just last week. He suspects me of spying on him. He's attractive, so I'm interested, but I wish I were actually close to him." She explained truthfully before making a disappointed pout. "This photo clearly shows you both are close." He asserted, displaying a picture on his phone. Her eyes sparkled at the image,
Chloe lay on the bed in one of the lavish rooms of Andrew's mansion as the doctor attended to her dressing, and she remained unconscious. Andrew sat at the bar counter of his mansion, sipping a glass of scotch, pondering the unfamiliar emotions stirring within him. He stared straight ahead, unblinking, and he didn't get what was happening to him and why his eyes had welled up at the sight of Chloe in pain. He was annoyed that he was developing feelings for someone because he liked to be heartless. He never wanted to care about anybody, never wanted to change, and now he was afraid of changing. Mike's voice startled him. "Boss" "What?" He replied, coming back to the reality. "Doctor said she would regain consciousness within a few hours." As Mike informed him, he stared with no emotion in his eyes. Mike added, "Don't worry about her, boss, she's fine." "Why would I worry about her? It doesn't matter to me if she's fine or not." He freaked out, placing the glass on the counter with
In the night, Chloe stepped onto the balcony for some fresh air. She had been in her room since evening, working on her next blog. Her eyes twinkled, and a cheerful smile crossed her face as she spotted Andrew standing outside the mansion, instructing his men. "I'm ready to live here forever to see Mr. handsome." She murmured, gazing at him with eyes filled with desire. He looked tempting in his usual black tuxedo. Every time she laid eyes on him, she was captivated by his presence, unable to look away. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the weapons being loaded into the truck. 'Who is he?' Seeing this, as she wondered, her eyes glinted with curiosity. She whistled to catch Andrew's attention but caught everyone's gaze. He glared at her, but as his eyes moved to her flawless and luscious body, desire burned in his eyes. She looked extremely attractive in a white bralette top and blue denim shorts. She greeted him with a goofy wave and a smile. Shaking his head, Andrew's attention was sudd