In the pulsating heart of London's Fabric club, the air crackled with anticipation as people danced and conversed effortlessly. However, amidst the casual revelry, a private room concealed two brothers, their presence both enigmatic and ominous.
Advait and Advay Anderson, twin sons of the UK Mafia head Daniel Anderson, sat immersed in a thick cloud of cigarette smoke. Their sharp features and piercing gazes spoke volumes of the power and influence they wielded.
"Boss, he is coming," a voice crackled over Advay's phone.
"Hmm," Advay replied, his voice laced with a chilling calm.
A hush fell over the room, the music seeming to fade in the sudden quiet. The door creaked open, and in walked a man, his presence radiating power despite his casual attire. He was flanked by two women, their laughter echoing in the confined space. They giggled and touched him, their bodies pressing against his, but their gazes remained fixed on the two brothers.
"Boss, why are you here?" a voice suddenly boomed from the entrance. "You should call me if it was important, I would have gone to you."
Meanwhile those two girls were ogling at them. They had never seen such handsome and well-built man in their club. One of them licks her lower lips feeling the wetness just after seeing them.
"Get out you two." The man told the girls who came with him knowing the fact that his bosses wouldn't like it.
The girls hesitated for a moment before scurrying away, their dreams of a night of adventure shattered.
"No no, don't call us Boss anymore," Advait chuckled, his words like knives slicing through the tense silence. "Because now the new Boss is you, right?"
His stomach lurched. The brothers, notorious for their ruthlessness, had orchestrated a terrifying scheme.
"Because that was the deal between you and... that William," he continued, his voice dripping with malice, "that you will become the head of UK's mafia while he will rule the entire Asia."
The man, Mr. Das shivered, his mind reeling.
"Are we right Mr. Das, or......... should I say Mr. Griffin?" They chuckled, their laughter echoing through the dank room, feeding on his terror.
"Bo...boss... I... I am sorry. They... they blackmailed me. I have done this to save my family only." His voice cracked, his body shaking uncontrollably. The brothers just watched him, their eyes cold and unblinking.
Advait, a cold and calculating figure, regarded Mr. Griffin with an impassive expression. "Really?" he inquired, his voice devoid of emotion.
"But from our men we got the information that you don't have any family and you have killed your wife five years ago. Is it wrong?"
Mr. Griffin's legs buckled beneath him as he heard these words. He fell to his knees, his body wracked with guilt and terror.
"Boss...boss I am sorry...I fell on their trap and sold some data to them...I am sorry, I will never do that..." He begged, his voice pleading.
But his words fell on deaf ears. Behind him, a shadow stirred. A man with a cruel gleam in his eyes stepped forward, a glint of violence in his gaze.
"Time to pay," he whispered, his voice a chilling promise..
"I am sorry, boss. I will never do that again," the voice continued, desperation lacing its words. "Please, give me another chance."
But the plea fell on deaf ears. Little did the traitor know that his apology had ignited a spark of excitement in another shadowy figure lurking nearby.
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Romansa"Run as fast as you can, cause if you got caught, you will be fucked, hard." "I won't say, let me love you. I prefer, Let me fuck you to the extent that you will lose your voice" They are the notorious twin brother of Anderson family. They have a m...
