Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Zayn takes a warm shower. The water removes the foam from his body, tanned by the Eastern sun. The sheik has a physique that makes women sigh and his member is very large, something he can boast about, just the way the greedy ones like it.

If he hadn't been waiting for that good-for-nothing to bring the young redhead, he would have been at the club burying himself between the legs of a beautiful lady or several.

But the desire to protect the girl spoke louder. He could have left his security guard waiting for them and gone to satisfy himself, but something inside him told him he had to wait.

Having finished his shower, he put on a robe and went to his bedroom, putting on some fresh clothes and walking barefoot through the apartment to the kitchen, where he had a glass of iced tea. Zayn even considered having a hot cup of coffee, but he needed to cool his body down, as he didn't want the young woman to be frightened by his boiling anger at the damn drug dealer.

In the living room, he waited looking out of the window. In a few days, he'll be moving to the resort, it's much nicer there, both the house and the climate, as Zayn doesn't like living in an apartment very much.

He looks at the clock on the wall, he's starting to get impatient. It's almost eleven at night and that being hasn't shown up. If it's midnight and the young woman isn't in her apartment, Zayn will hunt it down and there will be nothing left of its stinking body.

After a while, he glanced again at the clock on the wall: it was ten minutes before the hunt began.

Seconds after his thoughts, he heard voices in the hallway. One of his security guards enters the apartment pushing the drug dealer, while another carries the fainted body of the dirty young woman.

Desperate and full of fear because it may have been past midnight, the drug dealer begins to babble:

"Sir, don't kill me... Please...", He knelt in front of him as he begged.

But Zayn doesn't even hear him, he just stands there, petrified, in the same place. He looks at the young woman's body, and something lights up inside him.

Despite being hooded, and full of soot and dirt, the beauty of the outline of her body ignites a flame that has been dormant for a long time. Without understanding why she was behaving this way, he approached the young woman.

He gazes unhurriedly at her beautiful feet and ankles. The dress she's wearing is quite outrageous, showing off her shapely calves and plump, firm thighs.

Zayn continued his inspection, unable to stop showing his growing interest. The trafficker likes to see the powerful sheik glazed over by the young woman.

Her breasts are out in the open, the fabric of the dress only covers the nipples and he finds himself wondering what color they are. Swallowing dryly, he ran his hand over his face.

Sighing, he tries unsuccessfully to contain an erection, which makes him mentally curse himself because he's obsessed with a girl whose face he hasn't even seen.

In order not to commit madness, he needs to get rid of her as quickly as possible.

Curious to see the girl's face, Zayn takes the cloth off his head. When he sees her, his eyes light up. He feels his whole body shiver at such beauty.

"She's so…", he begins to speak, mesmerized.

Smiling with his amalgam teeth, the trafficker is satisfied. Perhaps the sheik's interest in the woman will put him off his path to continue doing what he does best in life: trafficking people.

"Beautiful! She's so beautiful! I had trouble getting my men not to violate the merchandise."

The word "merchandise" brings the sheik out of his most impure thoughts.

With hatred for the man, he takes his security guard's gun from his back holster and shoots him through the window, shattering the glass, then puts the hot barrel to the trafficker's cheek, pushing him until he is pinned against the wall.

"Ahhh!

"You've been warned: if you carry on with this thing you call work, I'll come after you!

"I'll stop...", promised the dealer. The sheik cocked his gun. "I've already stopped! I've already stopped!", shouts the desperate man as he urinates in his pants.

"Get out of here! I don't want to see your face anymore!"

The man ran out of the apartment. Zayn put the gun back on the table next to the sofa.

"Give me the woman. "he asked.

The security guard handed the woman to the sheik. With the beautiful young woman in his arms, he felt the weight of her body and the warmth emanating from it.

'By Allah! I'm lost!" he thinks, looking at the woman's face.

He goes into the bedroom and lays her delicate body on the huge bed. Then he returns to the living room, where the security guards are still waiting for his orders.

"You, get a doctor.", he said, pointing to one of them, "And you, go to the resort and bring my dear nana," he ordered the other.

"Yes, sheik," said one of them, stepping back and immediately leaving, accompanied by the other, who nodded before leaving.

Zayn walked to his room. Now he can look at the flame-haired woman in detail.

The girl's body is covered in dirt and she has deep circles under her eyes.

"What have they done to you?", Zayn asks, disturbed to see her so badly beaten.

He returned to the room, making a call to a resort employee who works nights.

"Naim, I've got a problem," he revealed to his employee, friend and confidant

"What's wrong, Zayn? His voice sounds tense. Tell me what happened."

"I can't believe what's happening. You know the drug dealer hiding in the desert?"

"Yes, I know. Is that bastard still alive?"

"Unfortunately, yes. He brought me a woman who was kidnapped, she's passed out in my room", He sighed.

"Do you even know who she is?"; Naim asked, very curious.

"No, the idiot didn't tell me and when I saw her, my heart squeezed, she's very weak.", Zayn left out the part where he looked at her with interest.

"I should have killed him, but don't worry, I'll do it for you."

"No, leave him. I'll use him to get to the main kidnapper."

There was silence, and Zayn thought the call had been interrupted.

"Naim? "he called.

"A thousand pardons, sheik. I wondered how you were going to do that and ended up daydreaming.

"All in good time, Naim. I'm waiting for the doctor. We'll talk more tomorrow."

"Of course, my friend. Good night, my friend."

Zayn hangs up his cell phone, goes back to his room, sits down in an armchair in the darkest part of the room, crosses his arms, and stares at the woman.

Her inert body is illuminated by the light from the huge window.

"That fucking drug dealer is going to lead me to the mastermind, even if I have to torture him," he thought nervously.