Chapter 4- Journalist
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Author's pov
"Oh!! f**k"!! Take the s**t outta me!!... Keep sucking!!"
A man was panting hard in pleasure as the naked girl was sucking his c**k kneeling in front of him. He was tightly grabbing that girl's hair and thrusting inside her mouth. He was groaning like an animal due to pleasure.
His muscular naked body was completely on display. There was a big scorpion tattoo on his right upper arm and a medium-sized 'S' tattoo was on his right hand's wrist.
With a loud groan, he came hard inside that girl's mouth. He started breathing heavily after releasing. The girl gulped down all the hot liquid of him having a naughty smile.
" umm!! Your juices are too thick, master. I want more," the girl said with a slutty voice.
He smirked at her words and pushed her onto the bed. The girl laid down on the bed on her stomach showing her ass fully to him. Grabbing her hips from behind he thrusted inside her in one go.
He was enjoying his wild s*x when someone knocked at the door ruining his mood.
"Rudra bhai. It's me, Jay. Everyone is here. They all are waiting for you," Jay informed.
Rudra again unloaded himself but this time inside that girl's p***y. Wearing his black shirt that fitted his perfectly 6 pack abs. Then he wore his pant and opened the door. The girl immediately left the room wearing her clothes. Before leaving she glared at Jay. She wanted more time with Rudra.
"Let's go," Rudra said to jay authoritatively.
After that, they forwarded their legs to the underground via a staircase. They reached in front of a big closed door. Rudra showed his "S" alphabet tattoo in front of a scanner and the door got opened instantly. They entered a room that was looking like an office. There was a big conference table in the middle of the room.
Well, This place is the headquarter of the "Scorpion" gang. It's one of the most secret places in this whole city. From the outside, it's a club. But the underground portion is the devil's den.
10 people were sitting at the conference table. Seeing Rudra, all of them stood up. Rudra gestured everyone to sit down after taking his place like a King.
" What's the matter? Why did you call an urgent meeting?" Rudra asked.
Akhil showed a newspaper to Rudra. Taking the newspaper he looks at it curiously. And, after seeing the headline, his blood started boiling with rage.
Uday Pratap is helping in illegal drug dealing
This sentence was written in big letters on the front page of the newspaper.
"Who dared to write this s**t?" Rudra roared like a lion.
Jay answered," Who else? It's again that journalist. Virat Khanna."
" I see. This bastard wants to die fast," Rudra mumbled.
Akhil let out a sarcastic remark," Come on, bhai. For a mosquito like him, I am enough. You don't have to make your hand dirty."
" I want to hear his screaming when I will shove all the bullets inside this bastard's brains," Rudra ordered his men who were already bloodthirsty for Virat.
Live your life very peacefully, Virat. Because you won't be able to see this beautiful World for so long," Rudra thought mentally having a devilish grin.
Diya's pov
Today, Virat bhai is coming and I am so excited about his arrival. He is my brother's friend and a journalist. He is like my brother. An honest man. He always writes against corruption, illegal work, drug dealing etc.
Suddenly the doorbell rang catching my attention. I almost ran to the door to open it. It was Virat bhai. I hugged him tightly and he also hugged me back. He is like my brother from another mother.
" How are you Diya? I heard that you have joined college recently. That's great. Always study hard and make us proud," he told me caressing my cheeks.
Then Abhishek bhai and bhabhi also come to the living room to greet him. They started talking about random things when I snatched the bag that was in Virat bhai's hand.
I started running here and there and told him to catch me. I may sound childish but I like teasing my brothers. I laughed seeing Virat bhai failing to catch me.
"I am not giving you the bag until you promise to take me once to your studio," I told him pouting my lips.
Who can refuse my demand!! He laughed at my childish behaviour and promised to take me to his studio.
I was ready to return the bag but something dropped from it on the ground. It was a photo. I took the photo in my hand and seeing the photo my eyes widened with shock. It was the same handsome criminal bhai told me once.
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