Arresting the Don

Five hundred dollars

GRACE

... How the-the hell is this p-possible? ...

This Indian don, whose name is Roy is the same man whom I have been drawing since my childhood. Is he the man of my dreams? I was starting to believe that the man of my imagination did not exist. I pinched my cheek to check whether I was dreaming. But it was not a f*****g dream! The hell! He had to be a f*****g don.

"It's okay Grace. Don't fret. He is just another mission for you. So what if he is your imagination? You were not expecting to meet the man of your dreams ever. So just consider him as a don, and nothing more. You can do this. There is no case or mission that you can't solve. Come on, Grace!" I recited to myself.

I studied about him, he belongs to an elite family from India. He was not born in a mafia family, he is a self-made don. He is brought up in a joint family. He has two sisters, though not his real sisters, he considers them more than his own real sisters. Naina, who is his cousin, is a single mother to a little girl, whose name is Pearl. And Ruhani, who is his cousin, Arjun's wife, is mother to a little boy, whose name is Robin. He belongs to the world-famous family, the Goenka family. Arjun Goenka, about whom every businessman knows is his cousin. I don't understand how come Roy became a don when none of his family or friends are indulged in any such activity.

Even his uncle is a commissioner there, in India. And still, Roy managed to become a don. This man is not that easy to handle, in fact, he has several mysteries tied to him. I just wish to solve each and every mystery attached to him soon.

There were pictures of his family, but not with him. We could involve his family in the mission, but they all live in India. And I don't think that we would be involving any of his family members if they are not in Bristol. I just hope to collect all the required evidence against him as soon as I can, and then get him out of my mind.

Before going to my dad, I took a last glance at the canvas, which was securely resting at the corner of my room, covered with a translucent sheet of paper. My imagination has to subside inside my heart until I will complete this mission. Duty over everything...well that's what dad has taught me since childhood. I am programmed to do anything and everything that is required for the mission at hand. That is how I have successfully solved over twenty missions at the age of 20 years. No agent to date has such a great record at this young age.

Despite my continuous encouragement for myself, my heart was thumping inside my chest. My instinct was shouting from inside that this mission was not going to be easy like all my previous missions. In order to steady my heartbeats, I took long breaths, tied the laces of my shoes, more tightly, and applied a bit of makeup on my face. Makeup was an attempt to hide the frown and worry from dad.

But I have been hiding my inner feelings from him since my childhood. I never let him know how much I missed mom. I never let him know how much I wanted to live a life like any ordinary girl, not like an agent. This time too, I won't let him know that Roy is someone who is affecting me since childhood.

When I reached to where dad was sitting, I saw him reading the newspaper. I sat on the comfy chair opposite to him and grabbed another newspaper from the table when he spoke, "So, studied about him?"

"Yes, dad. Everything. I have even planned my first meeting with him." I told him instantly.

"Good. I hope you will arrest him soon, with all the possible evidence against him." He said and sipped from his coffee mug.

"Yes, dad." I nodded.

I looked at my wristwatch and said, "Dad, I have to go. I have to make several transformation in my look to meet him."

To which he nodded so I continued, "And, I have thought of the name 'Crystal'. I will meet him with this name."

"Hmm...Crystal. Alright. Don't forget to ask the team to make your duplicate documents under this new name and look." He said.

"Sure!"

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Six days later...

I stood in front of the mirror, preparing myself to seduce a don. I curled my hair nicely such that it bounced. My half body was on display. I had to look like a call girl. I had done such kind of role-play earlier too, but today it was making me nervous. Like I was to meet someone special. Every cell in my body was pricking and my sixth sense was warning me.

"For f**k's sake, Grace! Please forget that he is the man who you are imagining and silently loved for all these years. Just concentrate." I murmured to myself. I shook my head and breathed out. I secured the knife and tucked it beneath my shorts. My team members would also be present there to make sure that everything would be under control, but I had to make sure of my safety, he was a dangerous don after all.

I was scheduled to meet him at a cheap bar. Usually, he does not visit any such place, but apparently, he would be here for some kind of deal, to keep it a secret from the police of Bristol. Fool. I won't be returning to my home tonight, not until I will complete this mission. This Roy guy is a really smart man, he could stalk me or try to find about my details. I will be staying at a one-bedroom apartment in the clumsy area of Bristol.

At the very first meeting with him, I won't be wearing any special gadget like a Bluetooth or any location provider with me. I had to look genuine. Expect the knife, there was nothing with me for my safety. Even if he will find out about it, I will tell him that I need this for my safety from the dangerous beasts roaming all over the city. Our teammates will be there, keeping an eye on me to make sure that everything will be going as per our planning.

Both the men will be dressed as drug addicts and like manwhore, so that he can't doubt anyone among us.

Half an hour later with two men were stalking me from both sides, I walked inside the bar. What else anyone could expect from such a place? My teammates have already made their entry, while a member from our team was keeping an eye on me from a safe distance to make sure I am alright.

I once again assured myself silently that this is just another mission, nothing personal. The two men who were walking behind me looked in their late thirties and early forties, as I looked from the corner of my eyes. Both of them had a beer and they were looking at me like they had not had s*x in forever, but I could not detect any cruelty or evil in them, only the general appreciation for me.

I spotted a place to sir for myself, avoiding and saying things a call girl says when she doesn't agree to a man's offer.

"Hey, wanna join tonight?" A stupid-looking bulky man asked me.

I waved a hand to him, which was enough for him to understand that I won't go with him.

Then an average-looking boy asked, "Miss how much?" I looked decent, as is he was new to these things. I looked at him from top to bottom, chewed my chewing gum, and then said, "Five hundred dollars!"

His eyes widened because he could not afford that amount, obviously, he was a student after all. How did I know that he was a student? Come on, I am not an ordinary girl. I observed his bag that he was trying to hide behind him, which was stuffed with books. He quietly left without saying a word.

After a minute or two, I felt as if the air became charged with electricity. He was here. I looked around the club and found an angry figure of the same man whom I have been sketching since my childhood. He was hot as f**k. My imagination was standing alive in front of me. He was indeed more muscular, well-built, and handsome in reality.

Concentrate, Grace, you are here for the goddamn mission, not to stare and drool over this criminal. I closed my eyes, took a long deep breath, and stiffened my spine, in an attempt to focus on the mission at hand.

He was exactly like my sketches, except for his more than well-built body, and the color of his eyes. His eyes were not grey, as I always painted them, but they were jet black instead. And I must say that the black color more suited his sharp facial features. Wait, those eyes were not blinking. And f**k! They were fixed at me. He was staring at me.

In order to look like a true prostitute, I licked my lips seductively and then bite my lower lip. His eyes which were furious a few minutes ago were now filled with an unknown emotion, that I can't name right now. Maybe lust, or many curiosity. He was curious? Why? I was supposed to attract his interest toward me, but his attention automatically came to me, without being invited. Well, that was good for me.

I intentionally dropped my purse on the ground and bent down to pick it up, while I maintained eye contact with him.

I had to act like a prostitute who was keenly interested in a rich-looking man. He looked rich indeed. He wore a formal three-piece suit with expensive brands resting proudly on his wrist as his wristwatch and as his shoes. He looked royal. He looked like a f*****g king! Glory and pride radiated from him.

Focus, Grace! Focus!

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Well, this is just the start. ;)