Mafia’s Badass Woman

A man is tied up upside down in the dark room. He is screaming and howling in immense pain because two men are beating him with the hot rod mercilessly. Two muscular men in the black shirt and trousers are standing at the door with the rifle in their hands.

A tall man in a black tuxedo marched into the room with a sullen expression, his eyes are smouldering with rage and his brows are knitted. He's Andrew Anderson, a rude, arrogant, aggressive, ruthless and dominating Mafia Boss, a frightening man. The whole world is under his feet. Nobody has ever dared to disobey him. Everybody is afraid of him. He is the most powerful person on this earth. He very well knows how to control people and their life.

One more man stepped into the room following him.  He is also dressed up in a black suit. He's Mike, Andrew's right hand. Andrew trusts nobody except him and he has earned that trust, he's like a brother to him. Mike can do anything to protect his boss, his priority is Andrew.

The men who were beating the tied man, as they saw Andrew, stopped their work and stood facing him, bowing their heads down obediently.

Andrew opened the buttons and took off his coat, striding toward the tiedup men. He was killing him with his deadly glare. He handed his coat to one of the men who were beating the tiedup man. He stood in front of him and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. He fisted his hands before punching him hard nonstop with outrage like he was taking his anger out on him. He screamed in pain.

"Tell me whom you were giving our secret information?" He asked in a stern tone and gritted his teeth. "You deceived me, and you know I hate the people who betray Andrew Anderson."

He picked up the pistol from the table and pointed at the bleeding man, glaring at him in fury. "You're telling me or you want to die." The man's eyes dilated in horror.

"I, I was giving information to Mr Richard." He shuttered and told him everything.

Andrew frowned and directly shot him in the middle of his forehead.

"This happens to the people who betray me. Either I kill them without thinking twice or make them beg to kill them by making their life living hell." He growled loudly before storming out of the room.

He walked into the luxurious guest room and a girl is already waiting for him. She's wearing an exposed dress with high heels, all ready to serve the mafia boss. He comfortably sat on the sofa and the girl walked toward him sexily. She knelt in front of him, he's giving her a sullen look. She slowly unbuckled the belt.

He yanked her hair and bawled at her, "do your work fast and get lost from here. I don't have the whole day to see your ugly face."

The girl shivered in fear and hurriedly opened his jeans button before pulling it down. First, she sucked him and then rode over him. He does sex to release his anger and stress.

He stepped out of the room, closing the button of his jeans. He directly strode to his lavish bedroom, his room is also dark and mysterious like him.

A maid is cleaning his room. She's his oldest maid and only she's allowed to enter his room. Her name is Marie, she's old and Andrew respected her.

"Take out my clothes, I have to leave for the meeting." He ordered and she gave him a slight before strolling to his walkin closet. He went to take a quick shower.

He took off his clothes and stepped into the shower. He's standing, placing his hands on the wall, his eyes are closed. He has a hot and tempting muscular body and sixpack abs. The water was cascading down his body and relaxing his muscles. He's thinking about the person whom he killed today. He's not understanding why he betrayed him, he was one of his best men. He still can't believe he was leaking their information to his rivals.

He walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His fresh black tuxedo is kept on the bed. He yanked the towel and tossed it on the sofa before wearing his suit. He only wears black clothes because there is no colour in his life. His life is colourless and filled with darkness.

He wore the watch, standing in front of a huge mirror and combed his jetblack hair.

"So see you tomorrow, Chloe." Her friends left after hugging her.

She felt like her heart skipped beating when suddenly her eyes fell on the hot and tempting man who is sitting in the private cabin with the few people who are well dressed up like him. He's nonother Andrew Anderson. It's his club. He has clubs and lounges all over the world. He's attending a meeting at his club.

She was gawping at his attractive face and body without blinking her eyes. She is completely spelt by his sexy and perfect look. She can't stop herself from admiring him. She bit her lower lip as she saw his sensuous and sexy lips. She felt a sudden urge to feel them over her lips and kiss them hardly.

"This man is so damn hot and mysterious, completely my type. I wish he notices me." She murmured to herself, observing every moment of him keenly like she is spying on him.

Suddenly he moved his dark and intense eyes to her and she instantly lowered her gaze. She again looked back at him and their eyes met. She got lost in his intense and bewitching black eyes. She forgot about the whole world.

"Why this girl is staring at me like this?" He wondered, raising his brows suspiciously. He doubted her.

"Fuck! This man is the death of me." She murmured to herself, shaking her head, and then looked away. She gulped down the full glass of wine in one go.

Andrew gestured one of his men to come to him. The man immediately strode to him and bent down. He asked him to take that girl to the secret room because he wanted to interrogate her.

Two of his men are forcibly dragging Chloe to the secret room. "Where are you taking me, fucking idiots? I'm warning, leave me or else you both have to face the consequences." She warned them sternly.

"Our boss wants to interrogate you." One of his men informed her and she frowned, not knowing who is their boss. If she had known, she would have happily gone with them because she wants an opportunity to meet him.

"Fuck your boss and fuck you." She growled at them and hit their crotch with her knees. She fought with them like a ninja as like she is well trained.

She blew her hair away from her face after knocking them down. They both are groaning in pain lying on the floor.

"I warned you both." She evilly smiled at them, straightening her dress and long black hair. She marched from there in attitude after glancing at them for the last time.

Andrew stepped into the secret room and his eyes widened in shock as he found his men lying on the floor, beaten up.

"Who did this with you both and where is that girl?"He asked in anger.

They both glanced at each other shamefully, they are scaring to answer their boss that they were beaten up by a girl. Their silence is making him angrier.

"Are you both going to answer me or now you want me to beat you both?" He bawled at them in fury.

"Thathat girl beabeat us, boss." One of the men shuttered in fear.

"What! That girl beat you both?" He asked in shock and disbelief.

"So I was right that girl is a spy, a normal girl can't fight with my welltrained men like this." He murmured to himself, warily musing on the wall.

"Boss, I think something is wrong with that girl. That bitch beat us like this." One of his men uttered, still lying on the floor.

"No, you both are useless bitch, a girl beat you, shame on you both. I never want to see both of your faces again." He chided them before storming out of the room in fury.

He called Mike, searching for her in the club. He also ordered his men to search her.

"Hello."

As Mike answered the call, he ordered him. "Mike, reach here ASAP."

"Okay, boss." He disconnected the call and slipped the phone into his pocket.

"Boss, the guard informed me that she has left." His man informed him and he stared straight with a serious look.

Mike and Andrew are standing in the security room. They are watching the CCTV footage.

When Chloe stepped into the club in the footage, he uttered, "Pause it." The security guard instantly paused the video.

"I want to know everything about her." He pointed at her in the CCTV footage and ordered Mike.

"Okay, Boss, your work will be done." He replied, staring at the girl in the footage. Andrew is also staring at her, lost in deep thoughts.

The next day, the file of her information is on his table. He is reading about her keenly, sitting in his study room. Mike is standing in front of him. Her name is Chloe Walker, she is a fashion blogger, a strong and independent woman, handling her dad's business. No information helped him.

He closed the file, disappointment is vividly visible on his face.

Mike assumed, "Boss, the girl is not a spy, I think."

Andrew moved his dark eyes to him and shook his head. "No, Mike, I have a gut feeling that this girl is hiding something, the way she was staring at me yesterday and how she beat up our men in the club." He said in a serious tone and Mike listened to him attentively.

"Now I'll talk to her myself in my way. You mentioned that she visits my club every weekend. So she will come tonight also?" He asked and Mike nodded. Then Andrew told him the plan.

"Get ready to meet the Mafia Boss, Miss Chloe Walker." His sensuous lips curved to an evil grin.

Andrew reached the club in no time at night he got a call from his man and he told him that Chloe has arrived at the club.

Today she's wearing a strapless red jumpsuit with black heels. She's looking graceful and classy in her attire. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail. She's strolling to the washroom.

As she stepped into the washroom, somebody locked it from outside.

"What the fuck, who locked me here." She muttered in anger and tried to open the door.

"So you're here." As a deep voice reached her ear, she instantly turned around and widened her eyes in amazement after seeing him. She wasn't expecting him. She can't stop herself from again gawping at him and her heartbeat quickened. He is looking so deadly handsome in the black tuxedo. She can't resist his charm.

"So tell me, for whom do you work?" He asked in a stern tone, striding toward her.

"I work for myself, I'm my boss." She answered him honestly, gazing at him.

"Why are you spying on me?" He questioned her, standing a few steps away from her.

She narrowed her brows, confused. "Why I'll spy on you?" She asked him, clueless.

"I watched you staring at me last night, so don't you dare lie to me." He warned her after moving dangerously close to her face. Her heart almost skipped beating because of their proximity and she gazed into his mysterious black eyes.

"It's your fault." Now he narrowed his brows in confusion. "You're so hot, I was checking you out." She answered him honestly but he didn't believe her.

He moved away from her and his lips drew up to a sexy smirk and she's dead.

"So you won't answer to me so easily." He took out the gun from his pocket and pointed it at her. "Tell me the truth or die."

Her eyes dilated in shock as she saw the gun but answered him with full confidence. "You're looking even hotter with the gun in your hand. I'm not lying, I was just checking you out last night."

He is annoyed because she is not getting scared of him.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "If you aren't lying then how did you beat my trained men like this?"

"Because I'm trained better than them for the selfdefence." He rolled his eyes after listening to her answer.

"You're wasting my time. If you're not spying on me, then you shouldn't be visible near my club." He warned her and put the gun back into his pocket.

"What? Why can't I come to this club? You're hot but you're nobody to stop me from coming here." She freaked out.

"I'm the owner of this club and a man whom people are afraid of." He growled at her after moving close to her face.

"But I'm not afraid of you." She sassed directly, looking into his eyes. He rolled his eyes, annoyed.

"Tell me, your real motive." He again asked because still he isn't convinced that she is not spying on him.

"Okay, I'm telling my real motive." As she uttered, his eyes glinted with triumph.

"Now you're coming to the point. I knew there is some real motive behind beating my man and staring at me last night."

She moved closer to his ear and whispered, "my real motive is to seduce you because you're awakening my inner desires with your dangerous and mysterious personality."

A shiver rushed down his spine as her warm breath caressed his ear. She moved away from him, smiling. He gave her a deadly glare before turning and calling his man.

"Open the door." He disconnected the call after saying this.

She is again admiring him with her eyes filled with desires. She is utterly hypnotised by his hotness and mysterious personality. Today he pointed the gun at her, but still, she's scared of him because she's scared of nothing. She's a fearless woman. Life made her strong and fearless.

The door opened and Andrew turned around. "You shouldn't be seen here again." He warned her in a serious tone before marching out of the room.

"I'm not scared, I'll come here again and again to see you, hottie. I want to see how will you stop me." She murmured to herself and a mischievous smile flashed on her gorgeous face.

At night Andrew is sitting on the royal king chair and smoking a cigarette, musing straight. He has a serious look on his face. Three buttons of his black shirt are opened and giving a clear view of his strong body. He's looking ruggedly handsome.

He is pondering about Chloe, "that girl is mysterious. When I pointed the gun at her, I saw no fear in her eyes and the way she fought with my trained men, she can't be an ordinary girl. I have a strong doubt that she's a secret spy. I'll surely make her spill the truth."

The next day, Chloe parked her BMW car at the club and stepped out of it. She's looking deadly gorgeous in a tightfitted white kneelength dress with white heels.

She walked into the club but the guard stopped her by holding her hand. She knitted her brows in fury and stared at him darkly.

She hastily grasped the arm of the guard behind his back. "How dare you touch me? Nobody has the right to touch me." She bawled at him with rage.

"I'm just doing my work, I'm instructed by my boss." As Guard said, she left his arm.

"You could have just asked me, you shouldn't have to hold my hand." She rebuked him.

Andrew is sitting in the back seat of his Mercedes car wearing shades and watching her keenly from the window. His two men are sitting in the front seat. Two more cars are standing with his car for his security. He's wearing a black tuxedo like always and his jet black hair is neatly coiffed.

As her eyes fell over him, her eyes shimmered and her lips stretched into a wide smile.

"So finally my motive of coming here is accomplished." She wondered, gazing at him.

She winked at him sexily and strolled to her car, clicking her high heels. He shook his head and asked his driver to follow her. He's following her with his two more cars.

She reached her mansion and as she stepped out of the car, he came in front of her, frowning.

A smile flashed on her face. "Are you following me, Mr handsome?" She moved the tip of her finger down his stubble, gazing at him.

He jerked her hand and thundered, "shut up, why did you again come to my nightclub when I warned you."

"My motive of coming there is fulfilled." Her lips curved to a sexy grin.

"What motive?" He asked in a serious tone.

"Motive of catching the glimpse you. I didn't expect you to follow me. But I'm glad because now I get a closer view of you. Your presence and your sexy look drive me insane, but I love it." He shook his head in disbelief, annoyed.

"Now you will see how I will make you spill out the truth. You're coming with me." He seized her wrist and dragged her to his car.

"Why are you forcing me? I'm ready to come with you willingly." As she said, he just glared at her.

His man opened the door as he reached for his car with her. His other men are sitting in their respective cars. She's just smiling at him.

"Now no word and sit inside the car." He instructed her sternly. He's fuming in anger because she's annoying him with her silly behaviour.

"Okay, Boss." She placed a finger on her lips and meekly nodded her head before sitting in the car.

They reached his mansion in no time. On the whole way to his mansion, she was gazing at his handsome face and irritating him with her looks.

He directly took her to his torture room by grasping her wrist. Her eyes dilated in shock as he switched on the light. The room is dark and filled with torture equipment. Now he's keenly observing her every expression.

"Is this a torture room? Did you torture people here?" She asked curiously, looking back at him. There is no fear in her eyes. Her eyes are filled with curiosity.

He became shocked when he saw no fear in her eyes. He thought she would get afraid of seeing the torture room but she's different, she's fearless.

"Yes, and now I'm going to torture you until you spill out the truth." He said, staring at her darkly.

"You will waste your time and I don't have any problem because I'll get more time to admire you." She grinned at him and he rolled his eyes, utterly annoyed.

"Now shut your mouth and sit on the chair." He stormed at her, pointing at the chair.

"Why are you shouting at me?" As she uttered, he gave her a deadly glare.

"I said, no word, Miss Walker." He growled, clutching his hands.

Now she rolled her eyes and strode to the chair. She can't deny the fact he looks hotter in anger. He came to her with the ropes and she is just gazing at him.

She's sitting on the chair and he is binding her wrist with the armrest. She's just gazing at him, her lips are drawn up to a smile of satisfaction.

Andrew is extremely shocked because she is not scared of him like others. She is flirting with him without any fear. He has never met a girl like her before in his life. This girl is full of surprises. She is different, strong and bold. But he's also extremely annoyed because she has a profound effect on him. He doesn't know why his heartbeat quickens whenever he moves close to her or touches her.

After tying her, he stood up and turned to walk after glaring at her. She's just smiling at him.

"Oh, Mr handsome, where are you going?" She shouted, but he strode out of the room, completely ignoring her like she's not audible to him.

Two men are standing outside of the room with the gun in their hands. He ordered one of his men to make her spill the truth by scaring her, but he clearly instructed him to don't use torture instrument on her, just use them to scare her. He doesn't know why he asked him to don't torture her. He became baffled. He's utterly unaware that the girl whom he tied in the torture room, is the only girl who is going to melt his heart in the near future.

Andrew's man stepped into the torture room with a full attitude. She narrowed her brows, bemused.

"Where is your Boss?" He didn't understand and strode to her. As he reached in front of her, she smirked at him and pressed the bridge of his foot with her high pencil heel.

"Aaaa." The man cried out in pain and she smiled at him evilly.

"Open me." She ordered him like she is his boss.

"I can't, I'm here to interrogate you. Just tell me what are you hiding and I'll open you."

She rolled her eyes and wondered, "Oh God! Why they are thinking that I'm hiding something? But it's good for me, I'll get more time to admire Mr Handsome. But I don't know why did he send this Idiot here."

"Ask your boss to interrogate me, I'll only answer to him." She stated curtly.

"First I will interrogate you, then our boss will come at last if there's a need." She opened her mouth in O.

"So now I have to bear him. Oh God, did I come here to see this idiot's face?" She murmured to herself, staring at him.

She straightened herself and said, "so tell me what you want to ask, I'll say the truth."

"What is your hidden motive to spy on our boss?" He asked after crossing his arms around his broad chest.

"First of all, I'm not spying on him. I was just checking him out at the club because I found him hot and attractive. I love to admire him, he's so sexy and his lips. Oh fuck, his luscious lips." She bit her lower lip sexily, imagining his sensuous lips.

He cleared his throat because she is making him uncomfortable.

"So you mean there is no hidden motive?" He asked and she came on the earth back.

"Yes, no hidden motive. I just want your boss to kiss me instead of wasting his time interrogating me. It's useless because the truth will not change. I don't know why he's doubting me. I think he secretly likes me too, therefore he's finding a reason to keep me close to him," she was blabbering nonstop. "What do you think?" She asked him by raising her brows.

The man shook his head in disbelief. "Boss doesn't like girls." He answered her.

"What? Is he gay?" She asked in shock and disbelief.

"No, he's not gay." He answered her.

She sighed with relief. "You scared me."

"Let me tell you, I'm not here to answer your questions." He said in anger.

"And let me tell you, you're Ghochu (Stupid). Now send your boss to interrogate me." She ordered him.

Andrew was listening to their conversation and watching all this, sitting in the security room. The girl is becoming a mystery to him. His lips drew up into a devilish grin as an idea popped into his mind.

He hurriedly called his man who is interrogating Chloe.

As that man's phone rang up, he went to the corner of the room.

"Yes, Boss." He answered the call after placing the phone on his ear.

"Open her and ask her to go," Andrew ordered him.

"Okay, Boss. Well, I think she's not hiding anything. She's completely an insane woman." He said, staring at her. She's trying to open her hands.

He disconnected the call and strode to Chloe.

"Boss asked you to go." He bent down and started opening her hands.

She widened her eyes in shock. "What? Won't he interrogate me?" She asked, disappointed. Her eyes are craving to catch the glimpse of Mr handsome again.

"We don't want to waste more time on a silly girl like you." He said after untying her both hands.

"I'm hiding something and I'll tell my hidden motive to him only." She said, standing up.

He chuckled. "I know, you aren't hiding anything. You're just obsessed with boss."

"Wow, Ghochu, finally you understood."

"Now, just leave. You're making me crazy with your useless talk." He growled at her.

She walked out of the secret room, disheartened. She wanted to meet Andrew again before leaving.

"I'll go after seeing him for the last time. I should find him." She murmured to herself and started checking Andrew in every room of the big mansion.

Andrew became more doubtful after seeing her doing this in the security room. He thought she is again trying to find something for her hidden motive.

"There are so many rooms, I think it is useless to find him. I should go now." She pouted sadly and wandered toward the main door. She tried to open the door but it didn't open.

"So, now will you tell the truth or die?" As she heard his deep voice, she turned around and her eyes sparkled and lips curved into a broad smile because finally, she saw him.

He strode to her. "Now why are you smiling like an idiot?" He asked in a glacial tone.

"Now I have to take your permission to smile even?" She sassed and he rolled his eyes annoyingly. She is testing his patience.

He grasped her arms and pinned her against the wall in fury. "Now answer my question, why were you checking all the rooms?" He roared at her and she flinched a bit but she is still gazing deep into his eyes.

"It's useless to tell you the truth because you won't believe it." She rolled her eyes and answered him in anger.

"What truth?" He asked in a serious tone, staring at her darkly.

"I was finding you because I wanted to go after last time seeing you. But you fulfilled my wish." She grinned. "You know, you look hotter in anger." She winked at him. He just stared at her in utter disbelief. He sighed deeply before leaving her arms.

For the first time, a girl is driving him crazy. Deep inside he knows she's telling the truth, but his mafia mind is doubting her again and again because she isn't behaving like an ordinary woman.

"I'm warning you for the last time, if you show up near to my club, I'll shoot you without thinking anything." He moved dangerously close to her, skipping her heartbeat. "Mark my words." He warned her sternly, giving her a deadly glare.

"When I feel like seeing your handsome face again, could I come here?" She asked politely, acting innocent.

He fumed and clenched his fist in anger. "Just shut." He bawled at her.

He entered the password and the main door of his mansion slid open. Two guards are standing outside with the rifle. He seized her wrist and pushed her out without looking at her. He closed the door by pressing the button.

She pouted disappointedly when the door closed in front of her eyes.

"Why this handsome is so rude?" She muttered in anger.

When she caught his men staring at her, she barked at them. "I know, I'm attractive and sexy but stop staring at me like this and do your work of protecting Mr handsome."

"See you soon again, Mr Handsome." She went from there after blowing her hair out of her face.

One week passed with a blur, she remained busy with her blogging and business. She is a fashion blogger and the owner of a fashion company. She works hard five days nonstop and on weekends she parties hard and enjoys her life to the fullest.

It's Friday night and she's lying in her lavish bedroom. She's only in black lingerie, looking sexy and her brown hair is tied up in a messy bun. Her room colour theme is white.

She's wondering about Andrew, " I have been longing to see Mr handsome for a week. Should I visit his club again? I'm not scared to visit his club again but I'm just confused."

"Why shouldn't I visit his other club." She grinned and grabbed her phone to search for his clubs.

"Wait, I don't even know his name?" When she was about to type on google, she realised that she doesn't even know his name.

"First I should search about his club which I visited last week to know his name." She typed, 'who is the owner of red dot club?' And tap on the search icon.

Her eyes shimmered and a smile flashed on her face as she saw his hot photo. He's looking damn handsome in the photo also. She moved her eyes down the photo where his name is written.

"Andrew Anderson ." She read his name and smiled widely, gazing at his photo with desires in her eyes.

Then she searched for his other clubs.

"He owned so many clubs." She uttered in shock after seeing the list of the clubs owned by him.

She decided to visit one of his clubs tomorrow and fell asleep after seeing his photos and setting the wallpaper of his photo on her phone.

On the other side the Mafia boss, Andrew Anderson isn't understanding why he's thinking about the most annoying girl again and again. He's frustrated, not knowing why this is happening to him. He's standing on the balcony bare chest, only in black trousers and drinking, his brows are knitted. Deep inside he's dying to see her again which he's not understanding and this feeling is making him restless.

The next day Chloe visited the saloon for her manicure, pedicure, hairdo and lots of other things.

Now at night, she's getting ready to visit his club and expecting to catch his glimpse after a whole week. She's wearing a black bustier top with tightfitting black pants and applying hot red lipstick, sitting in the lavish dressing room in front of a huge mirror. She clicked her sexy mirror selfie and posted it on Instagram with the caption 'Work hard but never forget to party hard. #partyhard.'

She reached his other club. People are dancing crazily to the loud music and she's standing at the bar counter with the glass of scotch in her hand, her eyes are desperately searching for her Mr Handsome. Many guys approached her for the dance but she sassily denied everyone.

Coincidentally Andrew also reached there for a meeting. He's striding to his private cabin and three men are walking behind him. He abruptly stopped on his way as his eyes fell over the hot woman standing at the bar counter. His eyes glinted with profound desire and he gazed at her from head to toe.

"Control on your desires, Andrew, she could be a spy." He said to himself in his mind.

"After my warning, how dare she again visited my club? Today I won't leave her. This girl is seriously testing my patience." Now he glared at her in aggression, clenching his fist.

"You all go and I'm just coming." He instructed his men.

Her eyes glinted with happiness as finally, she saw him. Her lips stretched to a broad smile and her heart danced with joy inside her.

He marched to her, glaring at her in fury. He seized her wrist and dragged her to an empty cabin.

"What are doing here after my warning? Now I'm sure that you're spying on me." He bawled and pointed the gun at her.

"My answer is still the same, I came here to your club deliberately because I wanted to catch your glimpse and luckily my wish is fulfilled again." She smiled at him, raising his anger.

He frowned at her. "You're testing my patience, Miss Walker." He clutched the pistol tighter. He's hell frustrated because she's not getting afraid of him and he's angry with himself more that why he's not shooting her.

"And you're turning me on with your hotness." She bit her lower lip erotically and he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

He put the gun down and moved dangerously close to her face, placing his hands on either side of her face on the wall. They both gazed into each other intensely and their heartbeat accelerated because of their proximity. His warm breath caressed her face and sent the chills of desire down her spine. He's taking her breath away from her with his hot look and intense gaze. As she lowered her gaze to his sensuous lips, she craved to taste them.

Somebody from far away captured their photo.

"If I see you again near to my any of the clubs, I'll shoot you without asking anything." He warned her again.

"Oh, I'm so horrified." She said sarcastically. He just stared at her in disbelief.

"Now get lost."He moved away from her and slid his pistol back into the pocket.

"See you soon, Mr handsome." She waved at him, smiling before walking out of the cabin.

He shook his head and murmured, "this girl is something else." Then he left to attend the meeting.

He stopped at the door of his private cabin as his phone rang up. The security guard on the phone informed him that he saw somebody clicking their photo in the CCTV footage. His brows creased after knowing this. He became anxious for Chloe, but he didn't understand his emotions, because for the first time in his life he became worried for somebody.

"Now anybody can use her to take out our information. What if she knows any information about us and gives it to them. I need to find that girl as soon as possible." He gave reason to himself why he is protecting that girl. The real reason is that deep inside he cares for her and he has developed a soft corner for her.

A man came in front of Chloe's car and she instantly applied the brake. She thought he is Andrew's man and he has again come to interrogate her. She stepped out of the car herself and walked to him.

"So you again came to interrogate me." She asked when two men grasped her arms harshly and started dragging her to their car.

"I'm ready to come with you myself, why are you forcing me?" She tried to come out of their strong grips.

"Shut up, keep your mouth shut. You're irritating us." One of the men growled at her.

"You leave my hands, I'm saying I'm ready to come with you." She barked at them.

"Are we fool that we will leave your hands, so that you can escape?"

"Now don't blame me for this." She kicked one of the men's crotch.

The men cried out in pain and the other man slapped her hard on her face two times continuously. "You bitch." She understood that they are not Andrew's men by their behaviour. She glared at them, boiling with anger. They dragged her to the car.

"Where are you taking me?" They are tying her limbs and she is struggling. They are five, therefore she couldn't able to fight with them, but she tried her best.

"You bastard, leave me," they shut her mouth by putting the tape on her mouth and roughly pushed her into the dickie of the car before closing it.

Chloe is in a dark room, bound to the chair, yelling and struggling to open the ropes. She has no clue who has kidnapped her and why. She has no enemy. The men who brought her here, they are standing like a deaf person, paying no heeds to her.

As a strong man in a grey suit stepped into the room, all men bowed their heads down. He grinned at Chloe evilly. She glared at him and shrieked, "open me, you bastard."

"You're close to Andrew, if you provide all the information about him to me, I'll free you." He said, striding toward her.

"I'm not close to him, I met him last week only. He thought I'm spying on him. He is also doubting me. He's hot, therefore I'm after him. But I wish I was close to him." She told him the truth and at last, pouted disappointedly.

"This photo is clearly telling that you both are close to each other." He showed her the photo on his phone that his informer had captured. Her eyes sparkled as she saw their photo, they are so close to each other in photo. Her smile faded into a frown as he kept back his phone in his pocket.

"Now you're telling the truth or not?" Suddenly he yanked her hair harshly and pulled her head back, she yelled in pain.

"I'm telling the truth, you bastard." She barked at him, her eyes burning with anger.

He slapped her hard. "You will not answer like this." She's staring at him in fury.

He asked one of his men to bring the torture equipment. His man brought the trolley from the corner of the room. Knives, needles, hammers and many more things are kept in the trolley.

"If you don't want to scream in pain, give us only his one piece of information? When he is going to deliver his next consignment?" When he asked her, she stayed silent and averted her eyes.

He picked up the knife and cut her arm. Suddenly she freaked out, recalling some flashes of her dreadful past. "Open me, you fucking bastard." She thundered at them with outrage and they became shocked to see her extreme anger.

"Give us information, we will open you."

"I don't know." She yelled at him.

"We know that you know." He cut her area below the neck. She pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut to bear the pain.

They tortured her by grasping her hair and dipping her face in the icecold water again and again, but Chloe isn't telling them anything. She had heard the delivery date of his next consignment when the first time she saw him, but still, she is bearing all pain for him and she also doesn't know why, she is numb.

"You son of bitch, stop torturing me, I'm not close to Andrew." She spat on him and rose his anger. He grasped the knife and attacked her.

Before he could stab the knife in her chest in anger, Andrew stepped into the room with his men. He rushed to them while his men handled his men. He grasped the sharp knife, glaring at him in fury, blood is dripping down his hand and his eyes are spitting fire.

Chloe is looking at him with a small smile on her face and her eyes are twinkling with glee. Her heart filled with joy when he made an entry like a hero. She's extremely delighted. She can't describe her feelings in words. In the end, all the torture was worth it.

He directly stabbed the knife into his heart. He moved his eyes to Chloe and his heart ached as he saw her in the worst state. For the first time, he felt hurt after seeing someone in pain, before he was the one who gave pain heartlessly and tortured others brutally. But her condition wrung his heart and made his eyes wet. The Ruthless Mafia isn't understanding what is happening to him. He is utterly baffled by this strong foreign feeling.

"I knew that you would come." She murmured and smiled at him fondly. He ignored her and started opening the ropes.

"You know I had heard the delivery date of your next consignment at the bar last week but I didn't tell them. Now, believe me, I'm not spying on you." As she told him, he stared at her in utter disbelief.

She became unconscious suddenly and her head fell over his chest. He became shocked for a few seconds.

"Boss, we have to leave now." Mike's voice startled him.

He instantly scooped her into his arms, becoming anxious for her. Mike noticed the change in his boss. The way he's gazing at her and the look on his face is vividly telling to Mike that his boss has feelings for Chloe.

He scurried out of the room, carrying the unconscious Chloe in his strong and protective arms. Mike and his men followed him.

"Mike, call our doctor immediately." He ordered Mike before sitting in the car, holding her.

"Okay, Boss." Mike nodded and when Andrew settled inside with Chloe, he closed the door of the car. He settled down on the front seat with the driver, placing the phone on his ear after calling the doctor.

Chloe is lying on the bed in one of the lavish rooms of Andrew's mansion. The doctor is doing her dressing and she's still unconscious.

Andrew is sitting at the bar counter of his mansion and drinking the glass of scotch, wondering about the foreign feelings, staring straight unblinkingly. He's not understanding what is happening to him. Why did his eyes become wet when he saw her in pain? He is annoyed that he is developing feelings for someone because he likes to be heartless, he doesn't want to care about anybody. He doesn't want to change. He's afraid to change.

"Boss." Mike's voice startled him.

"What?"

"Doctor said she will gain her conscious back within a few hours," Mike informed him and he just stared at him blankly. Mike added, "you don't worry about her, she's fine."

"What? Why I'll be worried about her. It doesn't matter to me whether she's fine or not." He freaked out, putting the glass on the counter with a thud.

Mike stayed quiet even after knowing that his boss is lying. He truly cares for her, he can clearly see in his boss's eyes. He just slightly nodded his head and left from there.

He gulped down a full glass of scotch in one go. "I don't care for her, I don't care for anybody." He thundered, placing the glass of scotch on the counter. He stared straight, his eyes are red and spitting fire.

Now he's sitting on the sofa of his room and watching her on his laptop that is placed on the table. As Chloe gained her consciousness back, he instantly stood up from the sofa and rushed to meet her without thinking anything. Her room is next to his room.

He stepped into her room and as she saw him, her eyes shimmered with happiness and her lips drew up to a bright smile. She's sitting, leaning against the bed. He kept his look serious. He strolled to her and stood beside her bed, crossing his arms across his chest. He wants to ask her how is she but he doesn't want to show her that he cares for her.

Chloe initiated the conversation. "Thank you so much for saving my life, my hero." He frowned as she called him a hero.

"I'm not your hero." He rolled his eyes.

"But you saved me like a hero." She smiled at him gleefully.

"You should be afraid of me." He bent down and uttered darkly, staring into her twinkling eyes.

"I'm not scared of anything." She asserted, gazing deep into his scorching eyes.

"Everybody has some weakness, soon I'll find yours." He stated with full confidence.

"Good luck, my hero." She scoffed.

"Stop calling me a hero." He said, irritated.

"You know they thought I'm close to you and that's why they kidnapped me. Couldn't we come close to each other in real? Now you know that I'm loyal to you." She asked and grinned at him.

He moved dangerously close to her face, accelerating her heartbeat. "You're playing with the fire, you will get burned." He warned her sternly, the intensity of his gaze is searing.

She caressed his stubble, gazing into his bewitching eyes. She said softly, "I'm not afraid to burn because I'm habitual of playing with the fire. In fact, I love to play with the fire." She winked at him mischievously. They both gazed into each other deeply.

Suddenly her eyes fell on his bleeding palm and she asked worriedly. "Why doctor didn't bandage your hand? It's bleeding."

"None of your business. It's not hurting." He stood straight and hid his hand behind his back.

"What are you doing, idiot?" He stopped her instantly when she is just about to remove the bandage below her neck.

"It's not hurting me too, I also don't need it." She jerked his hand away and removed her bandage harshly. Again her wound started bleeding and she's looking at him like it's really not hurting her a bit even.

"Are you crazy? It is a deep wound." He flared out and pointed at her bleeding wound.

"It doesn't hurt." She said emotionlessly.

He shook his head and rushed to bring the First Aid box from the cupboard. He sat beside her and opened the box.

He extended his hand to do her dressing but she stopped him by holding his hand and said, "first I'll do your dressing."

"Okay, fine. You can do my dressing, but first, let me do yours, it's bleeding. The doctor said you have already lost so much blood." He said in a concerned tone.

She can clearly see that he is concerned for her and she felt immensely good because, for the first time, someone genuinely cared about her. She just slightly nodded at him.

First, he is gently and carefully cleaning her wound and she's just gazing at him fondly, her lips are drawn up to a small and contented smile. Nobody can say that he's a ruthless Mafia boss. Then he applied the ointment and put the bandage over her wound.

"Now I'll do." She said, picking up the ointment.

"Deal is deal." He held out his bleeding hand in front of her.

She smiled at him and held his hand. As her hand touched him, he literally shivered. After doing dressing of his hand, she leaned down and placed a soft and tender kiss on his hand. His eyes dilated in shock and he instantly withdrew his hand. She smiled at him cheerily. He just glared at her.

"You will stay here because the person who captured our photo, he's still out. So it is still dangerous for you." He said while putting back the things in the first aid box and closing it.

"Haye, I like you." As suddenly she confessed, he widened his eyes in shock at her.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

"You care for me so much and therefore you're asking me to be here." Her lips curved into a goofy grin.

"I'm doing this because I don't want you to leak our information. I fucking don't care for you." He stood up and stormed at her, waggling his finger at her. He is angry at himself because deep inside he really cares for her but he doesn't know why, and this thing is making him angrier.

"Liar, accept that you care for me. I can clearly see this."

He knitted his brow, fuming in uncontrollable anger. "Just shut up, you're irritating me." He barked at her in aggression.

"You will stay in this room until we find that person. Now goodbye." He stomped off the room, slamming the door.

"Oh God, he's an angry hulk but I very well know how to handle these types of men." A mischievous smile spread across her face.

It's night, Chloe came to the balcony to get some fresh air. She was in the room since evening and working on her next blog on the laptop. Her eyes twinkled and a cheerful smile flashed on her face as she saw Andrew, standing downstairs and instructing his men.

"I'm ready to live here forever to see Mr handsome." She murmured, gazing at him with her eyes filled with desires. He's looking tempting in the black tuxedo like always.

Suddenly her eyes fell on the weapons which are being loaded into the truck.

"Who is he?" She wondered, her eyes glinted with curiosity to know about him.

She whistled to call Andrew and caught everybody's attention. He instantly raised his head to look at her. He glared at her but as his eyes moved to her flawless and luscious body, his body burned and his eyes glinted with profound desires. She's looking extremely attractive in a white bralette top and blue denim shorts.

She waved her hand at him, smiling goofily. He shook his head and suddenly his eyes fell on the truck driver who is ogling her body. He felt a sharp pang of envy and frowned at the truck driver.

He marched to the truck and pulled the driver out of the truck by grasping his collars. He clenched his fist and started hitting him in fury nonstop. He's devoured by jealousy and lost control over himself. He's punching him mercilessly.

Chloe's eyes dilated in shock and his men are also staring at him in shock. Nobody is understanding what happened to him all of sudden. Even he also doesn't know what happened to him. His wounded hand started bleeding again and she became anxious for him. She rushed downstairs to stop him.

She reached there and he is still beating the driver in fury. "What you all are seeing? Stop him." She asked his men to stop him but nobody has the guts to stop their angry boss. They're afraid of him.

"Coward." She muttered, shaking her head.

"Stop." As she yelled loudly, he instantly stopped and left his collars, looking at her through the corner of his eyes.

"Now get lost from here and you shouldn't be seen here." He roared at him and the driver left from there, bleeding.

"Call the other driver." He instructed one of his men before glaring at Chloe.

He seized her wrist and dragged her into the mansion.

"Oh hello, angry young man, what happened to you? Where are you taking me?" She asked him.

He stopped and shrieked at her, "just shut up and go. I'm not in a mood to hear your blabbering."

"You were dragging me somewhere and now asking me to go? Are you alright?" She placed her hand on his forehead to check if he is fine or not. He scowled at her.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her to himself. "Why fucking, you don't listen to me?" He growled at her.

"You can boss around everywhere, Mr Andrew Anderson but not in front of me because I only listen to myself." He rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration, leaving her.

"You're literally impossible to deal with."

"Oh, so you wanted to deal with me." Her lips stretched up to a mischief grin.

"Fuck! Shut up and tell me why were you standing there. It's my house and I didn't permit you to roam all around." He asked, finally coming to the point.

"Oh, so that's the problem. Umm... I see... I distracted you." She encircled her arms around his neck. "Isn't it?" She asked after moving closer to him and stroking his stubble with her long fingers.

He pushed her away instantly before he gets lost in her intoxicating eyes. "Just don't test my patience, Miss Walker. Go to your room." He waggled his finger at her and her eyes fell on his bleeding knuckles and palm.

"Okay fine, but first let me clean your wound. It's bleeding" She whispered, genuinely concerned and as she caressed his wounded palm, his eyes softened. They both gazed into each other eyes deeply and got lost in each other, forgetting the whole world.

He again frowned, wondering what is happening to him.

"Fuck off and go to your room." He screeched, jerking her hand away.

"I can do this again if you don't listen to me." She placed her hand on her bandage to scare him.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asked, irritated.

"You." She smirked and winked at him.

He shook his head incredulously. "You're unbelievable! Fuck you."

"Fuck me, please." She said huskily, moving closer to him and gazing at him intensely.

"You are not my type." He stated sternly.

"But you're definitely my type." She whispered in his ear and electricity of desires rushed down his spine.

"You will not listen, right?" He asked her.

"Never." Her lips drew up to a goofy grin.

"Fine, let's go but don't think anything else. I'm coming with you because I really don't want to waste more time on you. You're just so annoying."

"Thank you for the compliment, my hero." She grinned wider.

"Stop calling me that."

"Okay so tell me what I should call you. Mr Handsome is better, Right?" She raised her brows.

"I'm going, you stay here."

"Stop, I'm removing this." She pointed at her bandage, smiling at him mischievously. "So are you coming with me or not?"

"You're damn annoying." He said, utterly frustrated.

"But deep inside you care for me." His eyes widened imperceptibly because she said right that he cares for her, but he's not ready to accept this.

"Fuck you and do anything, I'm not coming with you." He turned to walk and stopped as he heard her scream. She again removed her bandage.

He clenched his hands, he wanted to turn and look at her but his ego is more, he marched from there.

"Ouch... it's hurt." She murmured, placing her hand on her heart when he left and pouted disappointedly.

Somebody is standing far away and watching all this.