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

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Michael Sheikh is a name of fear, a sinner, cold blooded assassin with no heart.

He didn't believe in love, considering it to be nothing more than a weakness. His life revolves around two things death and lust.

But everything changed, when she stumbled in his life, he wasn't supposed to see her, yet fate played its strings. He was drawn to the beauty with mesmerizing honey colored eyes and breathtaking smile.

She was the only soul so innocent and pure that became his temptation and obsession.

He knew she was forbidden for a man like him, yet the desire runs deep when the denial is stronger.

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Michael indicated him through his eyes to let the man in. Asad nodded his head and with his hand on his chest in respectful manner he left the office.

Standing up from his chair Michael faced the vast beautiful city through his glass wall window. A smirk appeared on his features thinking of games to be played on this man.

In just a minute a knock appeared on his door and he allowed the person to enter. He didn't bothered to turn around but the hesitant steps of that man screamed his power of fear in people.

"S-Sarkar..." The man stuttered visibly scared.

Michael didn't bothered to turn around as the man continued. "Sarkar! David knows about your weapon transaction and he's planning a raid on your penthouse on the same date." The man spoke nervously.

Michael turned around smoothly and eyed the man who is here to sell his boss. "How did he know?" He asked calmly.

"Sarkar his men are keeping eyes on the dealer from whom you've bought the weapons. They forced him to speak and he spilled everything." The named Sameer spoke scared.

"What's your gain in it?" He inquired dominantly. While observing the man.

The man gulped and didn't dared to make eye contact with Michael. 'Coward' Michael thought. As the man continued.

"I was one of the best men of David but just because he got someone better than me, he degraded me in front of my men whom I've trained for years. I want to join hands with you for revenge." Sameer spoke confidently this time.

Michael took out his cigar from the drawer, cut the head of it with the cutter and then he lit it up. Drawling a long puff he calmly told Sameer to sit down.

Sameer obliged and sat down on the seat in front of his desk. Exhaling a puff Michael spoke.

"I like your bravery man." Michael spoke authoritatively signing a blank check as he put it forward on the glass desk for the man to take and he continued. "But take this! Fill it with as much money as you want, after all you deserve this."

All to familiar shine of money showed in Sameer's eyes, even his face looked like drooling over money. And just like a hungry wolf he took the blank check.

Michael smirked inwardly. As Sameer looked at Michael with a bit of hesitation but he only urged the man to do what he deserves and like money lusted man he was he took it.

"Tch...Tch...Tch...." Michael snickered at him and like a lightening bolt a shot was fired which pierced Sameer's arm and the man screamed out in pain.

Asad didn't bothered to enter the office as he already knows what's taking place inside.

"Not making an eye contact with your rival or friend simply shows you're a coward. Just for tiny bit degradation you're willing to sell the plans of your boss." Michael hissed rounding the table as he stands in front of the bleeding man on the floor.

"If you can betray him, surely you'll do the same with me!" Michael hissed walking in circles around the man.

Exhaling a large puff of cigar he crouched down in front of the crying man, begging for mercy. Aiming the gun at his head. His green eyes ablaze he spoke.

"In my empire there is place for only warriors not for fucking money lusting bastards!"

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