My Indian Mafia King

"Keep your damn mouth shut at least now. Trust me, you don't wanna piss our boss."

The guy in a black suit said plainly, but I can sense his annoyance already.

"Fuck your boss and fuck you.", I fought with the knot around my wrists to make it even tighter. I saved myself from hurting my legs too which are tied to the legs of the chair I am seated on.

He gritted his teeth and snarled at me, but he went still when he received a command through the earphone he is wearing. He gave me a pointed look, "Stay quiet. The boss's coming."

Just then we heard footsteps echoing the dark underground room, the only light in the room is offered by a lamp above my head. Everyone went silent, and by everyone I meant the bunch of men in black suits with a earphone attched to their ears, looking straight and standing erect at their places.

The footsteps became louder by every passing second, I saw a tall masculine figure, approaching to my direction. Just his frame made me gulp aloud, I still couldn't get the clear view of his face. He stopped at a distance, I can feel his eyes on me, it made me squirm uneasily.

"Who are you? What do you want from me? You fucking people are gonna pay for this, you should've known better than to kidnap me. I'm gonna make sure you pay for this."

"You still need to learn how to use your pretty mouth, Faiza."

That voice. That deep, velvety voice when he said my name. No, it couldn't be him. No, this can't be him.

But my little hopes flew away once he stepped front and the light illuminated his facial features.

"Reyan?"