Mafia Indebted (Dark Romance)

Chapter 22

"What do you have for me?" Shehryaar's authoritative voice commanded.

"Nawaaz managed to infiltrate into our southern territory and ransacked our storehouses there. It's a loss of twenty men and a million rupee worth of goods." Zameer reported.

"f**k!" Shehryaar shouted, feeling livid as his hard fist met with the desk causing a large thud.

"And this all happened during the hours when I was having my wedding?" Shehryaar demanded in exasperation, rubbing his temples.

Her soft scent still lingered on him and he wanted nothing more then to go back to his wife and finish what he had started but there were matters at hand that needed his immediate attention.

"Seems like it." Zameer agreed half heartedly, feeing glum at the loss.

"What a f*****g p***y," Shehryaar chuckled dryly. "Oh well, it's no loss. At least not an important one. That limp d**k bastard can't do much damage. He knows better then to mess with me." Shehryaar smirked to himself.

"There's more. My sources tell me that he's made a deal with the Indians." Zameer announced and that had Shehryaar's anger spiking.

"What the f**k? When?" He shouted angrily. "If that fucker made a deal with the Indians then we've got a problem in our hands." Shehryaar contemplated, his fist hitting the desk with a loud bang.

"I think it's about time we also join forces with Azhar, Shehryaar. It's not wise to be alone in this anymore. Nawaaz is calling for a war. If he's got the Indians on his side then we need to get the Chinese on ours as well as the local alliances." Zameer proposed.

"I agree with joining with the Chinese but why ever would you think I would want to join forces with Azhar?" He spat bitterly.

"Because if you don't, then know that Nawaaz will. Azhar is an opportunist, and if he sees an opening in the family than he'll struck first. Currently he holds the most power in the Sikhai region. Not until your grandfather and father come out of hiding, he's practically the boss in the region. We need him on our side of Nawaaz pulls a full blown war on us." Zameer told.

Shehryaar breathed in deeply. It appalled him to even consider it. "What makes you think I'll want to join forces with him Zameer when he's the one who f*****g murdered my brother?" He seethed through clenched teeth.

Zameer understood the anger and hatred that radiated off of Shehryaar at the mention of his eldest half brother. Shehryaar's family was completely f****d up and he was in this mess along with his boss. It was his job to look out for his boss as his second-in-command. And at the moment, things were going downhill and he wanted to give Shehryaar a clear perspective of his options.

He pitied Shehryaar that was battling against his own family members. But he couldn't blame him either, his family was the one who did Shehryaar wrong to begin with.

"Because, this will also provide with you the opportunity to get close enough to him to strike. He's not one to carry grudges and believe it or not, he's pretty stupid. He has no alliance with any of the other mafias because he thinks now that he's got control over the Sikhai region, he's untouchable. But that's where he's wrong and that will be his downfall. Show him that you don't carry any past grudge against him and want to join him against Nawaaz. After all that's what you both are doing right now and when the opportunity presents itself, you take your revenge. Hopefully by that time, you father and grandfather will also come out of hiding and you can finish them as well." Zameer told calmly. He wanted to calmly explain to Shehryaar the benefits of the situation because he knew that Shehryaar wouldn't listen when he's angry.

"Also, now that you're married, Anissa has also become a target. Her safety and that of her family has been jeopardised. For her sake, you need more power. With the Indians, Nawaaz will have a powerful backing, powerful enough to counter our Mafia. You need to get in Azhar's good graces before Nawaaz approached him. He all know Azhar is pretty prejudiced and he won't side with his bastard brother but with you, he might just grab the opportunity."

"Think about it Saeen. This is the road to gaining control over the Sikhai region and making Your Mafia even more stronger." Zameer said and bowed slightly and left the room.

Shehryaar deeply contemplated about what Zameer proposed. He knew that it was the only way to gaining more power.

The MMM Mafia group was already strong but it had too many enemies. What Zameer had told him begun to sink in.

Especially when it concerned Anissa, he would probably make a deal with Satan in order to keep her safe.

And he had plans: big plans.

If joining forces with Azhar would help accomplishing those plans then he won't hesitate.

With a sly smirk curling his lips, he chuckled to himself. I'm a greedy bastard after all. More alliances mean more power. Watch out Azhar, I'm coming for you. You'll rue the day you were born. For taking my brother away from me, I'll make sure to take everything away from you. You'll f*****g pay dearly for it. This whole f*****g family will pay. He decided.

His mind was made up.

A war was coming and the excitement alone was making Shehryaar feel thrilled.

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Anissa woke up with a delicious sore feeling radiating from her lower region. She savoured it and revelled in it. She never knew that an orgasm could feel so great.

And what she found even more astounding was that her body craved for more. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I wonder how it would feel like when me and Shehry. . . , she immediately held that thought and halted.

What the hell? What am I thinking? She scolded herself and tried to gain a rein on her emotions.

He had pleasures her last night so of course she'd have to return the favour and that terrified her.

If it were a normal relationship and normal marriage, Anissa would've done anything to please her husband but this was Shehryaar. Everything that he did to her came rushing to her. The ache and dull pain in her arm and below her collarbone was a constant reminder of his cruelties and hurt that he inflicted upon her and she wasn't about to forgive him for what he did.

She heard the shower in the bathroom go off and out walked Shehryaar with a white towel wrapped around his torso as he died his hair with another towel. Anissa practically swooned by the way his rippling muscles flexed and budge upon movement. His chiseled chest, broad shoulders, muscled arms and strong hands. His graceful fingers as they combed through his damn dark hair.

Those strong arms that held me and those fingers. When they touched me. . . , whatvthe hell! She was getting confused with herself as well as disgusted at how her thoughts were turning out to be.

If it were a normal marriage, Anissa would've loved to touch and admire his mouth watering body and wouldn't love his touch as well but she couldn't allow herself to do that.

Shehryaar was a mystery wrapped around an enigma and not unless she forgives him out, she refused to allow herself the luxury of getting close or comfortable with him. All he wants from her is her body and she can no longer deny him since she gave him her and for all she knew, if she ever broke her promise to him then he won't hesitate to break his promise with her. After all, even her giving herself off to him is another thing that he's forcing on her.

The pleasure that he gave her yesterday was probably a warm up for her to get used to him touching her. I mustn't get carried away with this. He's an evil and cunning man. He's a psychopath and most probably a sadist too. He's always got ulterior motives behind everything he does.

Shehryaar caught her staring at him and smirk as he made his way towards her. "Like what you see?" He enquired. "You know, I've got something even more exciting hidden behind this towel." He said shamelessly. "Wanna see?"

Anissa grew furiously red and jumped out of bed. "No thanks." She sprinted to the bathroom and Shehryaar burst into a careless laugh.

Again Anissa was astonished and stopped dead in her tracks. His careless laugh that was filled with so much humour was like music to her ears. Who knew that the big bad Mafia boss could laugh like this. She mused and couldn't control the small chuckle that left her throat.

She went in the bathroom and took a quick shower.

Shehryaar was getting ready and when he saw her out of the bathroom he told her that he would take her for the tour of the city and then later in the evening, they were invited over at dinner hosted by his business client.

Again, Shehryaar ended up choosing Anissa's clothes for the day which had her pissed. When she came out of the bathroom, there was a fresh pink suit placed on the bed. Shehryaar was busing buttoning up his black dress shirt.

"Wear this today." He instructed.

Anissa felt her anger boil her blood. "What the hell? Why are you doing this again?"

"Doing what?" Shehryaar asked, feigning ignorance.

Her anger spiked as she clenched her hands tightly into fists. "Don't do that! Why are you trying to control me by deciding what I wear?" She seethed through clenched teeth.

Shehryaar's brow rose in question. "It isn't exactly control. I want you to wear this dress because the colour would suit you and it would please me a great deal."

"What am I? A puppet? A toy for you to manipulate to your will so that you may pull my strings in any direction that you want. I have my own preferences too." She said.

Shehryaar was growing weary of this boring conversation.

"Wear what I'm saying otherwise I'm not taking you anywhere." He warned and finished dressing up.

"Fine, don't. I don't want to go anywhere with you anyway." She countered, crossing her arms over her chest although she felt disheartened because she was really looking forward to visiting the city of lights that she has only seen on television till now.

"Don't argue with me Anissa or there will be consequences for your disobedience." Shehryaar said calmly although he was severely ticked off with her rebellious attitude.

"I'll chose my own clothes. I will not let you take that liberty away from me. You cannot treat me like a doll and dress me up in whatever you desire. It's my decision of what I wear. Already you've chosen my clothes for me but the decision to what to wear will stay with me." She responded with a strong conviction.

"Don't you want to please your husband?" Shehryaar asked, catching Anissa off guard.

"This has nothing to do with pleasing you or not."

"Answer the damn question honestly otherwise stop arguing with me and just do as I say. Be mindful that a good wife must always obey her husband."

"You're pretty insistent on me acting out the good wife part but what about you? What have you done to mark yourself as a good husband?"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. Shehryaar's features darkened, the muscles in his jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth hard.

She shouldn't have said that. She felt indebted to him for having gained her revenge against the monster who did her wrong. But then all the harm her own husband did, who was no less of a devil, had clouded her judgment and therefore she look past the good against the bad.

"Oh, I'll be showing you exactly what a good husband should do. Until then, be a good wife and do as I say." He claimed with a smirk. Anissa blushed brightly when she deciphered the meaning behind his words. She felt her heart throb and her s*x pulsate with need. Last night was an amazing experience for her and she was excited for it again but she wouldn't let him manipulate her like that.

"I will not repeat myself again after this. Already your disobedience makes me want to punish you badly. Don't add more to the list." He commanded.

"How can you say that so easily? Punishments? What am I? Your slave? I'm your wife and thus your equal. You cannot possibly punish me for arguing with you on what I wear." She jeered.

"Anissa I am warning you." Shehryaar snarled, his chest rising in heavy breathing as he tried to gain control of his bubbling anger.

"What will you do? Hit me? You've already done that before so what's stopping you now?"

That had Shehryaar silent as he contemplated on her words. That's right? She's disobeyed me so much ever since we got married and I haven't raised my hand on her. That's strange. Maybe it's because I don't want to abuse her? No, that's not it. Is it because she's my wife now? Maybe. But just because she's my wife, doesn't mean I can't discipline her when she's out of line. He thought to himself.

"Don't tempt me because you very well know that I won't hesitate to beat the hell out of you if you don't obey me."

She scoffed. "Go ahead. That's what is expected from a man like you. What else can you do other then abuse me and impose your will on me." She spat bitterly.

There was a deadly shroud of silence that engulfed them both as they glared at each other.

"How would you feel like if I started controlling you and what you wear?" She asked suddenly.

With a chuckle, Shehryaar approached her and cupped her chin gently. Anissa stilled in her place when she saw the look he gave her: his smokey grey eyes were piercing into hers like they could see right through her.

"I don't mind. You can choose whatever you want for me and I'll wear it. I have no problem." He responded. Then his eyes darkened. "But let me tell you, you can't control me. You can choose my clothes for me and I won't mind that but," his grip on her chin tightened as his eyes hardened in seriousness. His reply had Anissa silent. She couldn't counter that.

"I'm the one who will exercise control in between us. You can try to disobey me but remember that there will be gruesome consequences. Can you handle that?" He enquired in a dead serious tone.

But she was stubborn and didn't give in. Matching his glare, she didn't back down one bit.

"Fine. Have it your way. Now be prepared for the consequences." Shehryaar said, releasing her chin and strode out of the room. Anissa touched her chin and when she saw it in the mirror, sure enough, his grip left a harsh bruise on her delicate skin.

I'm seriously beginning to despise that man. She thought as she rubbed some ointment on the bruise.