His Redemption

Chapter 4

Anwar's POV

"Tell me the goods got shipped?"I ask over the phone to my enforcer Whom I gave And operation-to deliver weapons Into the Dock. And to be shipped to Italy where Another Mafia gang bought them and want the goods to be delivered.

"All went well boss, don't you trust me at all?!!"Comes the exclaiming voice of Islam my enforcer. "I do, I'm just checking to make sure everything went OK and according to plan we wouldn't want to have a bad reputation and start a war" I answer him in my most intimidating voice That could make a grown man Pee on himself And shake with fear.

"Well don't worry yourself Everything went well, hey, is your cook still available because I am deadly hungry. I could eat a whole Buffalo," Comes his answer, I swear the guy knows nothing but to eat sometimes I wonder where does he get his strength from all he does is eat, eat, eat and eat well and fuck women up.

"Is that your way of saying that you're asking for free food from my house?" my voice is full of amusement because around him I can't stay intimidating. "If I say yes so that means I'm going to get free food?!!" Comes his reply.

"Maybe just maybe" I answer him back and then ending the call with his voice in the background shouting orders to our men who have accompanied him.

Not soon enough do I hear someone knocking on my Office door. "Come in" I yell for the person on the other side of the door to hear me. "Sorry
to disturb you sir, but there is a file that has been delivered for you"My secretary tells me as soon as she's inside the office. "And who delivered it if you don't mind me asking?"  I ask her in my most professional tone that seems to not give away anything. "Someone in a suit came to deliveries saying that you really need to see this and that it's important that I give to you right away"，she answers Softly keeping her eyes on the table which makes me think that she's scared of me and I love it because I feed on peoples's Fear.Which only shows that no one should mess with me I'm not a force to be reckon with.

"OK just put it on the table and get on with it", I tell her while my hands are hovering over the laptop typing an email to one of my business associates.Not too soon do I hear the door closing knowing that she Already left.

I know what you're wondering what is a Mafia king Doing in an office?, Well let me answer you, I also on legit businesses all over the country and the world, apart from my illegal business. The Legit business is used to keep the feds away.

Sighing heavily, I hit the send button as I finish my email however, my eyes find themselves automatically drawn to the file that is on top of the table, Wondering who the hell might have brought it and why did they say it's so important for me to take a look at it and putting all questions aside As I  power off my laptop and picking up the file.

Suddenly something on the front of the file catches my attention and it's not a symbol but rather it's a name that I haven't mentioned in ten years and I never want to hear it. "NAZREEN ABDUL".

Picking up the file Shaky hands and my Breath hitches as it opens to Reveal what's inside it. I sit there utterly Devastated and discovering the secret behind what happened ten years ago.

Inside it I discover the secrets that led me to make the biggest mistake of my life and to ruin the woman I once loved, no I still love's life. The woman who Pleaded at me To believe her, The woman who loved me unconditionally despite of mistreating her in the abusing her.

My heart breaks into pieces looking back and knowing that I am the One ruined Both our lives and I'm the one who betrayed her, Stabbed her in the back and instead of protecting her I destroyed her. I feel wetness on my eyes clearly showing I am crying as sobs of anguish escape from my mouth.

Anger and self hatred over ride me not to soon am dumping everything on my table. But it's not enough faintly I hear voices as I move inside my office destroying everything as a red haze is all I see.

Suddenly I am I am being pulled down. not by one pair of hands it seems as if like an arm is holding me down asking me to calm the fuck down but I can't because I know I have Lost 10 years of my life without the precious woman to Whom might hate me no not might hate me but despises me.

"Nazzy.....Nazzy.....Nazzy..., My love am sorry...am so very sorry ...please", I murmur as tears keep leaking from my eyes. Silence befalls all those who are holding my hands. Not too soon I feel something pricking My hand making dark dots cloud my eyes and I know I'm going to lose conscious the last thing that I see is the picture of Nazreen lying in her own pool of blood after I left her.