My Indian Mafia King [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

Faiza's Pov:

"Fuck!", I heard a deep grunt near my ear as I swayed my hips to the music against his hard man. His hands roamed all over my body and finally rested on my hips holding me tight. I bent down grinding myself to earn an encouraging growl before I stood up and leaned my head back on his shoulder to give him the first row seat of my cleavage show. My hair is sticking to the back of neck in sweats.

He grind himself against me nudging his nose to the crook of my neck and whispered, "My place? Or your place?", his breath smelled of alcohol.

"What about the parking lot?", I whispered back, but he heard me even in the loud music. He turned me around, that's when I saw his face. His features could still be seen in the blazing neon lights, a typical guy who hits you in club and buys you drink, takes you home and never calls back, the kind of guy girls should stay away from. Well, that's the kind of guy I want. And I get what I want.

He grabbed my hand in his and pushed us through the crowd of horny people rubbing each other and moaning in the dark, we made it to the dark parking lot. We went over to a car as he threw me on the hood of the car and spread my legs wide.

Straight to business!

He shoved his tongue in my mouth and grabbed the hem of my dress to pull it up but we both froze when we saw a car's headlights flash our way. I grunted shutting my eyes in the sudden brightness and hid my face in his neck. The car sped to our direction, I expected it to drive past to us to find a parking space but it stopped right in front of us.

"What the - ", the guy stopped when a man jumped out from the car, I could only see the outline of his frame as he stood in front of the headlights like some sort of a Bollywood hero in a black suit.

We heard footsteps as the man approached and stood dangerously close to us, I don't like the vibe coming out from him. I could sense he is a bad news.

"Take your dick away, boy. Run back to the club. We take the girl.", he said as if I am some sort of toy to take control.

The guy, I forgot to ask his name. Okay, never mind. With a scowl on his face, he asked, "Boy? Why the fuck do you think I would listen to you?"

The guy took a step back in fear when the Bollywood hero pulled out a gun from his pant pocket casually and pointed it against his forehead, "Because you have no choice."

I gulped down inching back on the hood as I stared at them both glaring at each other.

I am in a deep shit!

The guy opened his mouth to say something, but the man didn't give him enough time as he shoved the back of the gun on his nose and blood splashed out. He fell back on the ground cupping his nose.

"Now, Miss.Faiza, you are gonna listen to - "

I didn't let him finish as I kicked my legs in his face with the five inch stilettos and it landed straight on his nose, I swear I heard his nose breaking. I jumped off the hood, running away from him to God knows where. I could feel my heart thumping hard, I got relieved when I saw a sign that said Exit in red neon.

The roads are dark, the sky is inky, the salty Goa beach air brushing against my skin, the only sound I could hear is my heels clicking on the road as I run for my dear life. I sped more when I heard footsteps behind me, there must be at least two men running after me.

They have gun, but still not shot me dead. That means, they want me alive. Shit! Who the fuck are these people?

"Bitch, you better stop.", a man yelled behind me, I instantly recognised his voice, he was the man I slammed my feet against.