Mafia's Dawn by Petillant Alba (red seas under red skies txt) 📕

Fatima started looking through the glass window as the sight of rain drops on the window pane was giving her wonderful sight. She didn't try to pay attention towards others as they were talking about business stuff about which she didn't have any knowledge. She glanced at their hands still intertwined as he didn't want her to go anywhere. She felt protective around him as she didn't seek to liberate her hand from his. 

"So what do you do Fatima? Are you studying?" Mrs Williams asked her as she got time betwixt their boring discussion.

"Yes , I am a student. What about you?" Fatima replied her as men were busy in talking. 

"I am Williams partner in business and a house wife too." She replied with a genuine smile as she looked like Chinese with small eyes and yellow skin but still was elegant. 

"You work with Mr Williams." Fatima asked in surprised as she didn't know about it.

"Yes, we were partners before marrying."  

" You guys did love marriage." Fatima admired their bond as they both look cute together.

" Ofcourse sweetheart, it's a long story . Let me tell you while showing the house." Mrs Williams said as she stood up from the couch.

Fatima looked at her monster with the intent to liberate her hand from him. He looked her as she stood up from her position to pull her hand. Then he looked at Mrs Williams who told him about showing her the house as a consequence the monster released his wife from his grip. She ,with blushed cheeks, walked with Mrs Williams.

"I must say he is very possessive about you." Mrs Williams blurted out as they left the drawing room. She just blushed at her statement earning an awe expression from her. Only she knew how much that monster was possessive about her. She was just protective about his slave to not run away from here. She started feeling comfortable in her company as she was of very humble nature, which pleased her to chat with Mr Williams. They both came back towards the dining area where men were already seated and dinner was being served. Mrs Williams walked towards the kitchen to check up on the maids as Fatima sat beside Abaan whose body relaxed seeing her beside him as it was stiffened in her absence. He didn't have any reluctance on that she wouldn't try to escape because she neither wanted to leave Aima like that nor she forgot about him turning her parents life hell after her escape.

They were devouring their dinner with a slight chit chat. Fatima could snese Tristan's burning gaze on her as he was sitting before her. She totally ignored him as she was just scared of Abaan's reaction after knowing Tristan gawking at his wife. She didn't feel right under his gaze as she leaned in Abaan's ear.

"When will we go back home?" She said causing his body stiffen as he sensed her hot breath on his ear. This little seductress!

"What will you give me if I take you back home." He said in a whisper as micheiviousness was evident in his eyes. She looked at him dumbfounded as she didn't know what to give him. 

"H-how , w-what...." She was thinking about an excuse to give him about going back home early.

"Who is up for the chocolate cake. I made it at home." Mrs Williams spoke up with a chirped voice causing Fatima's face to lit up hearing about cake . Everyone nodded at her as she brought the cake from the kitchen. 

"Are we going home now?" Abaan asked her with a smirk as he knew she won't go before eating the cake.

"No , we can go after some time." Fatima said with a pout on her face causing him to stifle his laugh. They all are the dessert back in the living room while Mrs Williams took Fatima with her in the Kitchen as she wanted to show her a new dinner set which she just bought yesterday. She was busy with her when they both go interrupted by a call . Mrs Williams walked outside to answer the call as she was wondering inside the house. 

She was eyeing the sceneries walking through the corridor as a gasp escaped her mouth when she saw a corner decorated with bottles full of alcohols. 

"It's our small drinking club. " She was staring at it when Tristan stood beside her. She didn't say anything as she was thinking about an excuse to walk from there. 

"Do you wanna try some . Let me be your bartender." Tristan spoke as he opened up a bottle.

"No I don't drink." Fatima spoke up and was about to turn around when he spoke up.

"We have non-alcoholic drinks too. You can try it." He said as he handed her a glass with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ok" Fatima didn't want to drink that but he was offering her so she couldn't deny. She hissed after taking one gulp when it felt like burning sensation in her throat. 

"You told you are an art student so will you apply for a job after completing your studies?" Tristan spoke up sipping his red wine.

"Yeah. I mean I am not sure about it." She didn't k ow that the monster would allow her or not so she wasn't sure about it. She took another sip as she started liking the drink despite it's burning her throat. They started talking about arts as he was also doing his bachelor's degree in economics. 

"Can you give one more." She said as the drink was getting on her nerves. He smirked at her as the drink was working fast it it was due to her sensitivity. She finished the next glass in one gulp as her sight was getting blurry and her head started spinning. She purred as she massaged her temples with her fingers. Tristan walked towards her as he saw her completely destroyed. 

"I want more." She looked up at him with a pout as she ordered him with a raised neck and firm voice. 

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY WIFE!" 

Abaan came for washington his hands as he was heading towards the washroom in the guidance of some maid. He shocked seeing her sitting on the stool with drink in her hand and that bloody bastard was pouring her glass with a smirk which raged Abaan beyond the limits. He roared as he marched towards them making both of them flinch back.