Illegally His!!??

II

Meera's Pov:

As I hurried out of the metro station, I waved down a taxi. The moment I settled into the backseat, I gave the driver the address of my apartment and leaned back, sinking into the seat.

My thoughts drifted back to the strange encounter with that mysterious man. As the taxi sped through the streets, leaving the shops and bustling crowds behind, my mind wandered. 
"Who was he? He didn't even sound Indian," I murmured under my breath, lost in thought.

Before long, the taxi stopped in front of the towering gates of my apartment complex, "Moonlight Emerald," the sign read in bold letters.

"We've arrived, madam," the driver said in a polite, low voice. I thanked him, paid the fare, and stepped out of the taxi, heading toward the entrance.

As I approached my tower, the middle-aged security guard greeted me with a warm smile, "Good evening, Meera." I returned his smile and headed for the lift.

Once inside, I pressed the button for the 19th floor, clutching my bag tighter, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of that unsettling encounter.

My thoughts were interrupted by the voice over the speaker, "Nineteenth floor."

I stepped out quietly and made my way to my apartment, only to notice something—a note peeking out from under my door.

"What's this?" I wondered, bending down slowly to pick it up.

Xavier's POV:

As I watch her walk away, my eyes remain glued to her. 
"Who are you, Meera Luthra? And why are you fucking with my head so badly?" I mutter under my breath. 
The metro speeds up, and I lean back, glancing around the empty coach.

Just as I close my eyes, I hear footsteps approaching. 
"Boss," a deep, neutral voice says.

I know who it is—Lucian, my right-hand man and the only person I trust. His family has always been loyal to mine. His father was my father's most trusted man, and now Lucian is mine. We've been inseparable since I became the capo. He's been with me through every phase of my life.

"Mhm?" I hum in response. 
"We have the information you requested," Lucian says in that low, steady tone of his.

Just as I'm about to reply, the metro stops. I stand, straightening my suit, and step off the train, followed by Lucian and my men from the other coaches. As we exit the station, I spot a sleek black Porsche waiting for me, lined up with several other cars behind it.

"Добрый вечер, босс," (transl. Good evening, boss) Marco greets me with a soft, respectful voice, bowing deeply as he opens the door.

Once I settle into the back seat, Marco slides into the driver's seat, and Lucian takes the passenger seat.

"Back to the hotel, boss?" Marco asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror as he starts the engine, waiting for my confirmation.

I lean back, closing my eyes, and nod. 
"Lucian, tell me what you've found," I ask in a low voice as the car pulls away, followed by the others. The city blurs behind us as we leave the bustling streets.

"Her name is Meera Luthra, boss. She's 18, just a normal student living alone here, preparing for college entrance exams. Her family is modest—her mother's a software engineer, her father a businessman. She also has an older brother, Kris, who's a doctor."

I nod occasionally, letting him know I'm listening. 
"And what was she doing alone that night two years ago on the empty streets of Moscow?" I ask.

"According to our intel, she was on a school trip to Russia. That night, she wasn't alone—she was with two friends, Yash and Karan, and they were returning from Raven."

My eyes snap open, and my eyebrows furrow. 
"You mean *my* nightclub? Raven?" I ask, smirking.

"Yes, boss. Apparently, she snuck out from under her teacher's supervision with her friends to go there," Lucian confirms.

I close my eyes again, a cold smile forming on my lips. 
"Meera Luthra, you're doomed."