Royalty Embracing Billionaire

Chapter 8

The Mafia Boss

Avi Gupta

Two years back in palace we got a call about teenage girls. They became prey to the human trafficking and almost got deported from our country border through ship containers. Karma, the mafia association rescued them and contacted my parents. 

Mom runs shelters for women and children. My parents always had a link with Karma boss and whenever they rescue women, they drop them in our shelters. The connection between Karma and my family is to provide safe and peaceful environment for traumatized victims they rescue.

The association works in the favor of people unlike what paparazzi says. Government secretly works with them too but the end of the day Karma is illegal. They fight against human trafficking, drugs selling and brothel houses. They kill those monsters serving their own justice.

Usually mom goes and handles the situation but she was down with fever two years back when they contacted. Dad decided to go and I tagged along with few other maids in disguise of uniform.

When we arrived there and looked at those girls my heart got clenched. They were barely teenagers with bruises and bandages. Those girls were huddled together in each other arms. Their eyes spoke everything, some were scared and some were empty. There was a young boy around five years old who sat separately from them hugging his knees.

We watched from the entrance of the room they were in. My dad gave us a nod and went to talk with the mafia boss. The maids began arranging the clothes we brought for them in the other side of room. I walked towards those girls slowly and stood few steps away. Mom told me how to interact with them and let them have control over everything.

I asked if any of them wanted to contact their families but they all remained silent. I just told them they can call anytime from the shelter leaving the decision to them. They need time & space and with the help of therapy sessions they might begin to heal. I was glad Karma group killed those bastards even if it made me a bad person to think like that.

I turned towards young boy and took a slow step. He tensed and ran away past me and out of the room. I followed him taking long strides but bumped into someone outside the room. It felt like I hit a rock, I stepped back rubbing the side of my head.

"Watch your fucking steps," came a cold voice in a rough tone. I turned to the source and found a big muscular dude. He stood brushing his jaw which must have hit my head.

I frowned at him pissed, "I could say the same."

Normally I would say sorry and walk away. Looking at those girls and the boy, I wasn't in a good mood. Maybe he had the same excuse for being rude but that didn't end there.

"If I were you I would be careful with my tone girl," he said in a threatening way but I just gave him a scowl.

"Good thing I am not you but you can follow your own advice," I said giving him a fake smile. He took a step towards me trying to intimidate but I just looked at him boring.

"What's going on?" I heard a familiar voice and looked past the big guy who was busy glaring at me. My dad walked towards us with a confused look.

"The young boy ran away," I whispered looking at him.

"Your big mouth must have scared him away," the jerk in front me snapped at me.

I glared at him muttering, "That boy is already beyond terrified and being around guys like you is not helpful for him. You know big muscles with scary look and all."

That jerk smirked at me taking it as compliment when I gestured his body to emphasize my point. Dad cleared his throat rolling his eyes.

"Sachit, she is one our maids and this is Sachit Khurana," he said giving me a pointed look. Okay, maybe talking back to the mafia boss is not a good idea.