Arresting the Don

Mr. Whatever

ROY

"Why do I need to go there, Vinod?" I asked casually as I lighted my cigar and looked at Vinod who was busy shuffling the files from the table.

"Because you are the f*****g don!" He said without looking at me and kept on searching through the files.

"You know that I don't go to such cheap clubs," I said and looked at him. Then, finally, he decided to give me a glance and said, "The police of Bristol might be waiting for the Indian don to show up for this deal at any seven-star hotel or any other elite club. But expecting you at that cheap bar is the last thing they could consider."

"Exactly, they are waiting for me. Then why don't you go there for the deal tonight?" To which he rolled his eyes.

"My wife is mad at me for not visiting her for a long time. I have to depart for India today itself, because tomorrow is my wedding anniversary, and I can't afford to make her angry anymore." He said as he looked at me and gave me a vulnerable look. That is the reason I don't want to get married. These wives are like a hanging knife over a man's head. I can't trust any other man of mine for this deal other than Vinod, so I needed to go myself for it.

"Hmm...what are you searching by the way?" I asked.

"I had kept the file for today's deal here only, I don't understand where the hell did it go?" He said and scratched the back of his neck as he roamed his eyes over the scattered files on the table.

"Oh, I was checking that pistol deal file yesterday, that is upstairs in my bedroom," I told him.

"Alright, so be careful tonight. I will return within a week, you have to ensure about everything that was taken care of by me." He said.

"Anything else, sir?" I said in a mocking tone. He chuckled and hit my arm playfully. Vinod is more like a friend to me than my assistant. He is really loyal and the only man whom I can trust blindly.

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I was at the bar, waiting for the man who had to come here for the deal, but he didn't come. He f*****g didn't come! If death is not the reason for his not coming here today, then surely I will reward him with death for doing this. The hell with his deal! Moreover, this stupid bar was too cheap for me to stay here anymore. I could feel my nostrils flaring from anger and disgust.

I was about to exit the bar when my eyes fell on someone. A girl. A beautiful girl indeed. Or, I should say that the most beautiful I have ever seen. Clad in a tight red shimmery dress that exposed her big and perfect bossoms and a lot of sexy cleavage. Her dress was not able to cover her ass cheeks, and obviously, her long lustrous legs were on full display. And then, those black pencil heels complemented with her red dress. She had me frozen on spot.

She was a hooker. A well-earned and a very proud hooker indeed. As my gaze trailed back up to her face, I met green eyes like that of the depths of an ocean, staring at me. She looked damn sexy, with a face caked with a lot of makeup, which tried to make her features look sharp. But I could say that definitely, she was trying to hide her soft facial features.

When our staring had become longer than necessary, then I realized that she arched an eyebrow at me, silently questioning me. I looked away first, as I felt something unusual about her. Her aura shouted of danger. But no one could be more dangerous than me.

But once again, my eyes found her, this time, she was trying to seduce me by her expressions. She bit her lower lip and then intentionally dropped her purse down on the ground. In order to pick it up from the ground, she bent seductively, while maintaining eye contact with me. It took every ounce of patience for me to not grab her by her throat and f**k her senselessly in that bent position. What was she thinking of me? Like any ordinary man, who would go behind her? Stupid girl!

But I must say that she had something in herself that made me stop at this stupid bar, and watch her. After a few minutes, she was laughing at something that one of the men sitting beside her said to her. But I could tell the way her eyes were roaming here and there, that she was just playing with those men. The light was dim at the place, and something compelled me to move forward, toward her. I was just two steps away from her when I heard one of the men say, "What say doll, care to join us both? We will show you a great time."

My jaw tightened and my fists clenched. I f*****g did not understand my body's response, but this anxious feeling was not leaving me. When my eyes went in her direction, her green eyes flashed just for a second before she pasted a beautiful smile on her face and looked straight at me, and said, "Care to join us?"

It took me a few seconds to realize that she was asking me. Lust and disgust engulfed me. She was more beautiful from proximity. Not her curled bouncy hair, not her sexy and exposing dress, but her full lips, her collarbone, her shoulder blade, the creamy slope of her throat, and many things that I can't enumerate at the moment.

"I don't share my things with anyone." I answered, and then turned away from the beautiful girl to the bartender, and said, "Your finest scotch." I knew there might not be many fine brands.

When I waited for my order to arrive, I sensed her moving closer to me. Her sweet and toxin fragrance was exotic. Soon her sweet voice was filled in my ears when she ordered for herself, "One vodka shot please." The bald bartender looked at her from top to bottom, and ignored the men he was serving on the other side of the bar, and quickly made his way toward her. Even I had ordered first but he poured the drink for her first.

"Vodka, for this beautiful lady." He said in a hoarse voice and slid the glass in front of her, smiling at her. Anyone could tell that he was eye raping her with his disgusting eyes. A sudden urge to punch him in the face came over me, which was shocking for me. I was being affected by a hooker.

Unlike the way she was smiling at the other two men who were still looking at her, her lips remained flat as she looked at the bartender and without blinking or winking, she said with coldness in her voice, "Don't you dare to flirt with me." Her words made the bartender frown at her. She was some sort of fire indeed!

She then flickered her eyes sideways toward me as she added, "Or anyone else, for that matter."

I could not stop myself from saying, "You just had invited me."

"Oh, Yeah! I just invited you, didn't I?" She then turned to look at me. From this proximity, I observed every feature of her face, every dip, and curve of her body, but there was something else about her. The way she held herself, the way she looked down at men around her, even though she was not more than five feet and five inches, she was walking like a queen.

"Am I that beautiful, that you can't stop yourself from admiring me?" She snapped at me. She f*****g caught me. And this woman had the audacity to talk to the dreadful don like that. Impressive.

A new kind of thrill entered my blood and I looked at her the same way I look at my enemies. But apparently, my glare did not have any effect on her as she merely arched an eyebrow at me. So I added, "Was I?"

I questioned back and then picked up my glass from the countertop where it sat untouched and said, "Maybe. But I don't f**k the woman who is surrounded by so many men."

She flinched just barely but hid it well. Her eyes narrowed automatically when she looked at me, from my unruly black hair to my jet black eyes, before dropping once again to my torso and the top two buttons of my shirt that were unbuttoned. She then leaned toward me, her fingers brushed against my wrist, almost freezing my insides from her effect.

Her gaze immediately lowered to where our skin touched as if she felt something too, but then soon she collected herself, threw her shoulders back, which made her beautiful breasts look even more prominently forward. My eyes dropped those creamy globes before I realized that what she was doing. She took the glass from my hand and gulped it in one big swallow.

She did not even flinch from the burn of the drink and I watched her throat muscles working down, which made her look sexy and provoking. And then she spoke, pulling me out of the lust, "It's good that you don't want me, because you won't be able to handle me, Mr...whatever!"

I chuckled inwardly at her words. I was the f*****g don, not any 'whatever'. Let me show this woman who the hell I am. I then leaned forward and closed the remaining distance between us, my breath hitched across her blood-red pouty lips, her gaze went to my lips.

"Haha maybe it's the other way round, sweetheart. I would have liked to get casual with someone as fierce as you, but unfortunately, I prefer virgins." I winked at her when I finished my sentence.

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Things are getting steamy between them, read further to know what it would lead to. ;)

XOXO