Mafia Conquest ( Mafia Love story #2 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (historical books to read .TXT) 📕

His patience was evaporating as he tightened his grip awfully hard and the girl screamed out in pain, clawing at his hand on her arm which was crushing her bone.

"STOP" She wailed in pain as her small fists hit his wall like chest but it had no affect on him. And in complete hysteria and pain she bit his hand that was crushing her arm.

The man didn't even hissed as his grip got loosened, with pain and quivering lips she pushed hard on his chest and angrily yelled.

"Janwar!"
(Animal!)

The black of his irises completely filled the green giving him an ominous aura. An eerie like silence resided in the room which was broken by a harsh sound that now resounded in each corner.

Slap!

He slapped her. It was so brutally harsh that she fell on the floor and her head got hit with something, blood oozed out of her forehead and pure darkness consumed her senses.

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Michael was enraged as he charged towards the guy who was laying on the basement floor all beaten up. "You FUCKTARD!" Punch on the jaw as the guy landed on the floor and a shrill scream caught his attention.

It was the woman he has seen few times in the haveli. She's the head maid there. These fucking traitors.

Ibrahim was standing by the door his eyes bloodshot. Michael felt like killing someone. Taking his pocket knife out he went straight towards the woman who was tied on the chair with the ropes.

Without giving it a second thought he went straight and stabbed the knife in her tied hand earning a shrill painful scream.

Her son Jameel tried to help his mother but Ibrahim kicked him hard in the ribs earning a painful groan from him.

"We were helpless!" The woman named Shazia yelled crying. "Jamal blackmailed us!" She cried again.

Michael gave her the deadliest glare and that only made the woman to shrink back in fear.

"My niece is his fiance, she did all this on his sayings!" She spoke in pain, her eyes glued on her son.

"They both blackmailed us into this on our lives." Shazia cried. Michael gaze bored into her as he spoke with ferocious calmness.

"And y'all were saints enough to submit." He hissed voice dripping with venom.

Ibrahim kicked Jameel on his legs earning a painful groan from him. "BASTARD! You dared to slap my sister!" He seethed.

"Trust me she made us do this! It was her who told Sana to go in the garden. It was her and Jamal's plan. And they were going to marry today. Pl-please remove this knife!" She cried out.

"You want me to remove it?" He asked with such calmness that Ibrahim tensed knowing where this is going.

Abruptly he twisted the knife in her hand earning an ear piercing scream from her, Jameel tried to help his mother but only ended up getting a harsh upper cut punch on his face and he was knocked out.

Fuming Michael left the basement in rage to teach this so called niece a lesson. Ibrahim didn't followed him to the old room where the girl was kept.

Unlocking the door he slowly went in. His steps unheard. A small frail girl, clad in white was cocooned up against the wall hiding herself completely in her veil. Her face was hidden.

She was sleeping!

Rage filled his insides recalling the bruised face of his sister. He went to restroom and came back with the icy cold water in the bucket and he harshly spilled the water on her and she jolted awake like lightening.

That is when his eyes widened a bit in shock and then realization. She is the same girl from the mosque and the haveli. The veins in his head popped with anger about thinking her to be Sana's friend and she betrayed his sister and  even plotted against her.

Unknowingly the images of her being Zain Jamal's fiance racked his brain making an unknown menace to roll off his body.

When the girl abruptly turned to leave he caught her honey colored soft hair in his iron grip pulling her back. Turning her around he came face to face with teary eyes and red nose.
Her dress was slightly wet but her veil was covering everything. He had to admit her face was the definition of innocence, but her deeds tsk!

"Le-ave m-e!" She cried and her tiny fists landed on his chest.

His hard breathing hit her face and she crouched back in fear. "Le-t g-go!" Her tiny fists hit his broad chest as he felt nothing at her soft blows.

"Where is Jamal?" He asked. When she didn't respond he roughly hold her chin harshly making her lips to pucker up, red due to crying.

"I don't like to repeat my self girl. SPEAK UP!" He almost snarled.

She flinched and closed her eyes decorated with thick wet curled lashes in complete fear. "I-I don't k-now w-ho is Ja-ma-l." She hitched.

Her answer only infuriated him. He hated the ones who deny the truth. His hold tightened earning a cry from her. "Ahhh!" Pulling her roughly towards him. His free hand wrapped around her beautiful cascading long honey locks as he gave it painful tug.

"I hate liars!" He hissed near her face.

"I'm n-not l-lying." She cried, her chin quivering.

"Let go of me!" She yelled all of a sudden hitting his chest with her tiny fists. "Why I'm h-here?"

His eyes landed on her hand on his chest. Beautiful small white hands but what got him angry was the ring in her ring finger. Letting go of her face with a jerk he grasp her left hand in his large one. "You're wearing his ring!" He seethed venomously.

She slowly faced up, kind of peeking through her eyelashes, if he didn't knew any better he would've thought she can see at that moment. Her crying seized for a bit and confusion coursed her features. "No! My-my f-fiance g-gave i-it to m-me."

He let her go roughly as she stumbled back and he stood up. His posture menacing. "Where is your fiance Jamal!" He seethed in rage. Just the mere mention of that bastard increased his anger.