DARK MAFIA ROMANCE
#FIRST BOOK IN THE DUOLOGY
I LOVE IT AND I HATE
IT AT THE SAME TIME
Growing up, life was never fair to Shivangi. She fought battles at every step of life which ultimately turned her into the ruthless monster she despised as a gir...
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My eyes darkened and coldness took over my face. The smile vanished and I abruptly caught hold of his neck. The deadly intentions in my eyes grew stronger with the increasing grasp of my hold. He struggled and hit his hands on me to free up but failed. The prior lust and excitement over him were completely gone. He was choking, I knew it. He would lose his last breath soon if I don't loosen my hold. I knew it. A cruel smirk formed on my lips just as his protests turned weak. I suddenly released him and stood up.
I steadily walked to the side table and searched for lighter and cigarette in the drawers. There was still calmness over my face. I could hear him coughing badly due to lack of oxygen. His eyes would probably have turned red and teary. I finally found the black royal cigar and the zippo lighter. My type. As I kept them on the table, I heard his footsteps approaching, followed by his yell.
"Are you out of your mind!! You could have killed me!!"
I chuckled faintly, the mock clear.
"I am going to."
I said and clutched the vase nearby, hitting him hard across his face without prior warning. He was unable to doge the attack and fell on the floor, a shriek escaping his mouth. Blood oozed out of his forehead. I threw the vase away and clutched him by his hairs at the back of his head.
"You shouldn't have entered here, boy." I claimed, turning his pale face towards me.
My hand turned into a fist. I punched hard on his rib area, making him scream. I threw him aside, picked him again and punched him, harder this time. He was shortly all covered with the blood bleeding from his face to his stomach. I jerked him aside and he fell with a thud as if lifeless.
I turned around and moved to the side table where I lost cigarette and lighter. There was a sharp blade kept in the drawer which I decreased from it. I held it casually in my hand and looked at it. Sharp, would surely hurt.
Evil for Evil. Evil for Good.
I immediately turned around to pay a deep cut on his neck who just walked to me to hit me.
"Shibal."
(Fuck)
I swore as few of his blood drops touched my cheek. His lifeless body fell on the ground the next second the last scream of pain left his mouth. I glanced at the trash and sat on the bed, cleaning my face with a cloth. Placing the cigarette between my lips, I lit it up and pulled a long drag into my mouth. The smoke filled the air and my lungs, giving a temporary pleasure to my reckless stubborn mind.
I took out my phone from my pocket and called up my assistant, describing him the situation. He was with me for more than 5 years, apparently, he knows what to do next. I glanced at the dead body like a psycho.
Nothing can go against me.
I inhaled another smoke and stood up, throwing the cigarette away. I composed myself as if nothing objectionable happened and walked out. The guests were still buzzing outside. I walked casually and mixed between them. My eyes were finding someone to arrive and soon the wait was over. The team of the lawyers arrived, fully fitted in the black suits. Their gait was full of confidence in addition to pride.
