The Mafia Boss's Bride

Chapter 5 : His Prying Eyes.

Ibrahim couldn't shake the gnawing frustration that had settled within him after the monumental loss they had just suffered. This wasn't the first time they had faced such setbacks in their illegal arms trade; in their world, every deal carried the potential for disaster. His expensive suit now disheveled. 

With a swift, sharp motion, he yanked at his tie and pulled it loose, the silk fabric coiling around his hand before he tossed it carelessly into the passenger seat. His car door slammed shut as he settled into the driver's seat, and the engine roared to life. His strong, capable fingers clenched the steering wheel of his luxurious car, knuckles white with tension. He drove with one hand, his fingers wrapped around the leather-wrapped wheel, his grip tight as if he could control the situation with sheer force.

 He had spent an entire day covertly observing Ava, and in doing so, he had neglected his business, a decision that had cost him dearly. Ibrahim reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, a private number known to very few. 

Ibrahim had sent the bouquets of white roses to Ava, expecting that she would call to seek answers about the mysterious sender. However, the phone remained silent, and Ava's call never came. His call history displayed no missed calls or messages. The absence of her call bothered him more than he cared to admit. 

Ibrahim couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't reached out. He slided the phone back into his pocket. He made a U-turn and the car's tires screeching against the asphalt. 

Sending flowers seemed like an innocent way to start, but it hadn't yielded the desired results. Within a few minutes, he reached in front of Ava's apartment. Ibrahim pushed open the car door, his long legs unfolding from the vehicle. Stepping out onto the pavement, he adjusted his suit. He looked up towards Ava's apartment. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing at that very moment.

The dimly lit streets of Ava's calm neighborhood provided the perfect cover for Ibrahim as he retrieved a sleek, high-tech drone from the back of his car. The drone's camera, concealed within its sleek frame, was his watchful eye. He had used this drone on countless occasions, whether for reconnaissance, surveillance, or to monitor potential threats. Now, it served a different purpose, but the principles were the same: gather information, observe without being seen. 

He extended the drone's legs, revealing the advanced camera mounted on its underbelly. He powered up the drone, the low hum of its engines filling the air as it came to life. As the drone soared into the inky night sky, its camera captured a bird's eye view of the neighborhood below. Ibrahim guided through the remote in his hands. He was now seated inside his car, the drone's live feed visible on a screen in front of him. 

The drone slowly ascended, reaching Ava's floor. It approached her window, the camera capturing every detail of her room. Inside, Ava was going about her routine, unaware of the mechanical observer just beyond the glass.

Ava was in the midst of changing her clothes. Her long hair, previously cascading freely, was now secured in a bun with a simple clip. There was no apartment beside Ava's, so she didn't see the need to close her window as she changed; instead, she simply dimmed the room's soft light. A rare smile curved his lips, a momentary respite from the chaos and loss that had engulfed him.

Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons of her top, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin beneath. The fabric slided off her shoulders and pooling at her feet. Ibrahim's dark eyes narrowed, his breath momentarily caught as he watched her. And The allure of this forbidden view was undeniable.

Next, she unbuttoned her jeans and allowed them to slide down her legs. Her jeans pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in her undergarments. As she stepped out of the jeans, the contour of her slender legs was illuminated by the soft light.

The way she moved, the way her skin caught the soft light of her room, held Ibrahim captive. He was drawn into her private world, a voyeur of her most intimate moments. 

His breath caught as Ava reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it slip from her shoulders, revealing the curvature of her back and the gentle slope of her breasts, Ibrahim's eyes, glued to the drone's footage, were implacable. His sharp jaw tightened.

However, his focus shifted when he noticed a mark on Ava's waist. His brow furrowed in curiosity. What was this intriguing detail he had stumbled upon? He couldn't resist the urge to zoom in on the footage, scrutinizing it closely. It was a beauty mark. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, an expression that betrayed a sense of possessiveness. 

Ava retrieved her night suit from her bed and slipped the garment over her shoulders, and the soft fabric clung to her figure. The drone's camera didn't miss a beat, recording every subtle movement. For a moment, Ibrahim felt a connection with her, even though it was purely one-sided and clandestine. He watched her like a silent observer, his gaze never leaving the drone's live footage. It was as if, for that brief moment, the outside world ceased to exist, and all that mattered was Ava. The game had begun, and Ibrahim was determined to play it to its end, no matter the cost or consequences.

On the other hand, Ava, wrapped up in her own world. She remained unaware of the covert observer outside her window. After changing into her comfortable night suit, Ava gathered her worn clothes and made her way to the small bathroom of her apartment. She tossed her clothes into the washing machine. As the washing machine began its cycle, Ava moved to the cozy kitchen of her apartment. Elara's message had already informed her that he would be late once again today, it meant she was responsible for preparing dinner.

Tonight, Ava yearned for something light and quick. A sandwich was the perfect solution. She gathered the ingredients from the fridge and the cupboard - Slices of fresh bread, a few lettuce leaves, thinly sliced tomatoes, and tender pieces of chicken filled the countertop.

Delicate layers of lettuce, tomatoes, and thinly sliced turkey nestled between slices of whole-grain bread. With a glass of the creamy blueberry shake in one hand and a plate of freshly prepared sandwiches in the other, Ava returned to her room. 

She switched on the lights and carefully placed the plate and the glass on the side table. As she settled down, ready to enjoy her dinner ,her phone rang. "Uff, Who's calling now !" She said to herself.

 With a sigh, She rose from the bed, her eyes shifting to the phone resting on her dressing table. The screen displayed an unknown number, but the digits were not unfamiliar to her. It was the same number that had been written on the note came with the bouquet of white roses she had received earlier today.

She had glanced at it so many times that the sequence of numbers was engraved into her memory. Her phone continued to rang. "Should I answer the phone?" she asked herself. But She can't lose like that with someone who's disturbing her. With a deep breath, she took the phone from the dressing table and answered the call. 

"Hello." she said with a low tone.