MAFIA INDEBTED (Mafia Series #1)

Chapter 20

'I was raped'

These three words had haunted Shehryaar as soon as Anissa had told him. After that, he had hunted down the bastard who was cozily enjoying his life in the US. And in the three days in which Anissa had left to prepare for the wedding, Shehryaar beat him every day to an inch of his pathetic excuse of a life.

Shehryaar was many things: a cold blooded killer, a ruthless assassin and a heartless monster but one crime which he had never committed was rape. He thought of it too low and beneath him to commit in the first place.

And this was a crime that was committed upon his wife and it was absolutely unforgivable.

That's when he decided to serve justice to Anissa by personally having her face her demons and eradicating them once and for all.

He knew Anissa would have a panic attack once she sees the bastard who ruined her. But in all honesty, he wanted Anissa to face her fear. For Shehryaar, who was a thoroughly possessive and over controlling man, he wanted to control her fear as well. If he wanted Anissa to fear anyone then it had to be Shehryaar and no one else.

Only he would allow himself to hurt her, pleasure her, make her feel fear and much more and he would be damned before he let anyone else do that.

That honor belongs to him and only him.

He saw Anissa slowly take in breathes as her tense shoulders relaxed and she leaned into his chest for support. Her eyes were closed and he wanted to see them to make sure she had collected herself.

"Open your eyes, meri Tara, I need to see your beautiful eyes." He murmured softly into her ear. He willed himself into a softer and gentler demeanor he wanted Anissa to drew some courage then he needed to show her his nonexistent soft side.

She opened her eyes and saw him peer closely at her with a tender look covering his features. Confusion was written all over Anissa's fear stricken face. She had never witnessed Shehryaar display gentleness towards her. And that's exactly what Shehryaar wanted her to think. He wanted her to muster up enough courage for her to do what he intended for her to do and at this particular situation, he knew that power and dominance wouldn't work.

He needed control and the only way to control Anissa in this situation was to make her think that he was on her side and offering her solace.

"Trust me Tara, you can lean on me for support. I brought you here so that you can reclaim your justice. I'll avenge you Anissa." He stated firmly. And offered her a small smile of reassurance.

But of course, Shehryaar wasn't that much of a good man and he was incredibly selfish. Even now, all that he thought about was himself.

With a deep breath, Anissa looked at him with a somewhat collected yet guarded expression. Her dainty hand was fisted into Shehryaar's white dress shirt. She scurried closer to him: at any other given time this small act would've please Shehryaar for Anissa was willingly getting close to him but right now, she mainly did it out of fear.

"Wh-why is h-he here?" She stammered, her tears rolling down her cheeks.

"He's here so that I may avenge you." He answered coolly.

"Wh-what do you plan to do?" She murmured in a small voice, her hazel vulnerable eyes boring into his strong grey gaze.

"I want you to take your revenge on him for what he did to you." He stated. Grabbing her hand gently, he made her stand up on her wobbling feet and made her face her culprit.

With slow calculated steps, Anissa walked towards the man. The man was badly beaten up, his body covered in blood and sweat as well as residual urine. He smelled awful and looked even more terrible.