Chapter 5

Kushal's pov:-

There was Aryan, the master strategist, Sanjay, the enforcer, Karthik, the tech expert, Atharv, my partner , and Ansh, the wild card.

We were all mafia members, living double lives as businessmen and gentlemen, but our true faces were far more sinister.

I walked into the Atharv office, greeted by the familiar faces of my comrades.

Everyone was already seated, except for Aryan, who had stepped out to retrieve some files from our hidden mafia office.

A few minutes later, he arrived, and I nodded to begin the meeting.

Ansh spoke up first, his brow furrowed. "Why did you call this meeting, and what's the matter?"

Sanjay echoed his question, "Yeah, you summoned us early. What's going on?"

I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning the room. "Today's meeting is about our main target, our biggest enemy.

Aryan's expression turned puzzled. "Main target? Enemies? You mean besides the Italian mafia we've already taken down?"

I nodded gravely. "Exactly. Shadow is a new player, a ghost we can't seem to catch.

"Listen up, guys," I said, my voice firm. "Our new biggest enemies are the Russian mafia. And we need to find out who the hell is Secret Shadow."

Sanjay nodded, his expression serious. "Wait, let's get one thing straight. Secret Shadow's identity is never revealed in meetings. We don't know their name, their face... nothing."

Atharv added, "Except one thing: they're a trio. But we don't know if they're women or men."

Ansh shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "Whoever they are, they're powerful. More powerful than us. And smart enough to fool every mafia team out there."

The room fell silent, the weight of Ansh's words settling in.

We were dealing with a formidable enemy, one who had managed to evade us thus far. But we wouldn't rest until we uncovered their identity and took them down.

I spoke up, my voice cold and calculated. "We need to get to them before they get to us. Let's divide and conquer.Karthik, dig up any intel you can find. Sanjay and aryan, hack into their systems. Ansh, get our team on high alert. And Atharv... keep our eyes and ears open."

I nodded, my mind racing with strategies. "Let's move, guys. We have a Shadow to catch."

Just as I was about to adjourn the meeting, my phone buzzed with an urgent text from the mafia's group chat.

My heart raced as I read the message: "Attack imminent at Strip Club. Need you there ASAP."

I looked around the room, knowing I couldn't take any of my team members with me. They were already assigned to crucial tasks.

"Listen, guys, I have to go to the Strip Club. Intel suggests an attack by the Carona mafia, and I suspect Secret Shadow will be there too, protecting their territory."

The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Ansh spoke up, "Be careful, boss. If Secret Shadow is involved, it won't be a walk in the park."

I nodded, my mind racing with strategies. "I'll be fine. I need to go alone, but I'll keep you all updated. Let's move, I have a Shadow to unmask."

With that, I stood up, and the meeting was adjourned. I quickly left the office and got into my car, my heart pounding with anticipation.

The Strip Club was about to become a battleground, and I was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

I started the engine and sped off into the night, ready to confront Secret Shadow and uncover their true identity.

I arrived at the Strip Club, my guards and I taking up strategic positions. We entered the club, and I knew Secret Shadow hadn't arrived yet.

I left half of my guards on the ground floor and headed up to the second floor, clearing the room of anyone who might be hiding.

My heart raced as I realized we were walking into a trap. I took a deep breath and descended to the ground floor with a few of my guards, but my eyes fell on a horrific scene: the Carona mafia members, and my guards, lay dead on the floor.

As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a figure that made my heart skip a beat.

A girl, kneeling on the ground, her hair gripped by one of the mafia members.

Another guy raised his hand to slap her, and I heard her cry out in pain.

My anger boiled over, and I wanted to kill each and every one of them.

But as I looked closer, I realized with a shock that the girl was none other than Sakshi Sharma.

What was she doing here? And why was she in danger? Fear crept up my spine as I watched her, unable to move or act.

Something was happening in my heart, a feeling I couldn't quite explain. I felt like I couldn't breathe, like my world would come crashing down if anything happened to her.

But I couldn't reveal myself, couldn't risk showing my true identity as the leader of the Sicilian mafia.

I took aim and shot the guy who was holding Sakshi's hair, freeing her from his grasp.

My guards quickly took out the rest of the mafia members, except for the one with the piercing blue eyes who had slapped her.

As Sakshi stood up, I expected her to make a hasty exit, but instead, she marched straight towards the blue-eyed guy.

My confusion turned to shock as she began to kick him repeatedly, her anger and fury unleashed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for her bravery - after all, she was the wildcat, and no one could forget that.

My mouth curled into a chuckle, but I quickly suppressed it, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I was still hiding in the shadows, my identity concealed.

"I want him taken to our special place," I growled, my eyes fixed on the blue-eyed guy.

"The one where we make them beg for mercy. He can't be left unpunished, not after what he did to her."

My guards nodded, dragging him away as I watched with a sense of satisfaction. He would suffer, and I would make sure of it.

No one slaps Sakshi Sharma and gets away with it. Not on my watch.

"He'll enjoy the hospitality of our hellhole," I sneered, my mind already conjuring up the brutal treatment he would receive.

"And when he's begging for death, I'll be the one to grant his wish. Personally."

As I watched, Sakshi began to disappear from my sight, her figure receding into the darkness beyond the club's door.

But my anger and confusion got the better of me. What the hell was she doing in this club, surrounded by these dangerous people?

In three long, swift strides, I reached the door and grasped Sakshi's arms, pinning her against the nearest wall.

Her eyes widened in shock, clearly not expecting me to appear out of nowhere. My grip was firm, my fingers digging into her skin as I towered over her, my face inches from hers.

The sudden movement and my intense gaze seemed to leave her breathless, her lips parting in surprise.

I could feel her pulse racing beneath my fingertips, her body tense with a mix of fear and adrenaline.

My own heart raced with a mix of anger and concern, my mind still reeling from the sight of her in this dangerous place.

"What are you doing here, Sakshi?" I growled, my voice low and menacing, my eyes boring into hers.

My mind raced with dark thoughts as I pinned Sakshi against the wall. What was she doing in a place like this, where sex and desire reigned supreme?

The idea of her being with someone else, taking a stranger's attention - and worse - made my anger boil over. I felt a possessive fury ignite within me, a primal urge to claim her as mine.

I couldn't explain why, but the thought of Sakshi with anyone else was unbearable.

My heart raced with a strange, new emotion, one I'd never experienced before. It was as if my very soul was protesting the idea of her being intimate with someone else.

She shot back, her voice laced with defiance, "What the fuck are you doing here, huh?

My anger flared at her boldness, and I snapped back, my voice low and menacing, "Language, Sakshi."

My grip on her arm tightened, my eyes blazing with a fierce intensity.

I spoke in a firm, commanding tone, my eyes locked on hers. "Don't make me repeat myself, Sakshi."

she started grumbling, trying to find the right words."I...I was here for a meeting," she stammered. "But then...then the firing started, and I hid myself in a corner. But they found me..."

I thought to myself, What did she take me for? Did she think I was born yesterday? There was no way she was here for a meeting, not in a place like this.

Strip clubs weren't exactly known for their business-friendly atmosphere.

My mind raced with skepticism. Why would she come to a place like this for a meeting? It didn't add up.

And yet, here she was, trying to spin this ridiculous tale. I could feel my anger and frustration building, my grip on her arm tightening as I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

"Stop lying, Sakshi!" I exclaimed, my voice firm and commanding. The words echoed through the dimly lit hallway, my tone leaving no room for doubt or deception.

"Tell me why you're really here. Who were you meeting, and which deal a dick in your clit?

My eyes bore into hers, searching for any glimmer of truth. Her gaze faltered, and she looked away, her lips compressing into a thin line.

I could sense the guilt and evasion radiating from her, and my grip on her arm tightened, my patience wearing thin.

I stormed over to her, my anger boiling over. She was still trying to lie to me, still trying to spin her web of deceit.

I scooped her up, tossing her over my shoulder like a rag doll. She protested, struggling against my grip, but I held her down with ease.

"Kushal, leave me! I need to go!" she shouted, but I just tightened my hold.

I wasn't letting her go anywhere. She was mine now, and she was going to tell me the truth.

I strode out of the strip club, carrying her away from the chaos. She was at my mercy, and she knew it.

I could feel her fear, her uncertainty, and it only fueled my anger. She had no idea what she had gotten herself into, and I was going to make sure she knew exactly who she was dealing with.

I remained silent, my anger simmering like a pot about to boil over. I spanked her, the sound echoing through the air, leaving her cheeks red and stinging.

She was in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. Good. She should be shocked. She should be scared.

As I lifted her off my shoulder and deposited her into the front seat of my car, I could see the shock in her eyes.

She tried to leave, but my glare pinned her in place. She knew better than to defy me.

Instead of taking her home, I drove her to my own residence, my silence and anger unnerving her.

She couldn't understand why I was so furious, but she would soon find out.

As we arrived, I dragged her out of the car and into my home, my grip firm.

She struggled, but I held tight.As I tossed her onto the couch, her eyes widened in fear, and she cowered, unsure of what I'd do next.

The silence was oppressive, heavy with tension, as she awaited her fate in my domain.

"So you'll answer my questions without lying," I replied, my tone firm and unyielding.

I could see the chill run down her spine as she realized the gravity of her situation.

She was trapped, and she knew it. Being alone with me in my lair was not a good sign for her.

"What do you want to know?" she asked, trying to stall for time, her mind racing with possibilities.

I smiled to myself, knowing she was trying to think of a way to escape, but she wouldn't.

My smile was cold and calculating as I gazed at Sakshi, my eyes piercing through her very soul.

"Let's start with why you were at the strip club tonight. And don't even think about lying to me, Sakshi."

I could see the fear in her eyes, and it only fueled my anger.

"Don't even think about telling me you were waiting for some guy to come and fuck you,"

I growled, my eyes blazing with intensity. "If that's the case, I'll find him and kill him without mercy."

Sakshi's attempts to defend herself were pathetic. She stammered and faltered under my glare, and I knew she was hiding something.

I took a step closer, my voice low and menacing. "Don't lie to me, Sakshi. I can see right through you."

Her eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but she knew she was trapped.

To my surprise, she decided to play along, trying to sound defiant.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was doing," she said, her voice trembling.

"And it's none of your business, so mind your own and don't try to poke your nose into my life."

My expression turned even darker, my eyes flashing with anger. She was playing with fire, and she didn't even know it.

"You're playing with fire, Sakshi," I growled, my voice low and deadly.

"But I'll find him, and when I do, he's dead. And as for you...you'll be mine, completely and utterly mine."

Sakshi's eyes flashed with defiance as she demanded, "What do you mean I'm yours?"

Her voice was steady, but I could see the fear lurking beneath the surface. I smiled, a cold and calculating smile.

"We may be enemies, but that doesn't change the fact that you are mine."

She tried to defy me, her voice laced with venom.

"You may think you own me, but you'll never truly have me. I'll always be your enemy, Kushal."

My smile grew wider. She was feisty, I'll give her that. But she was no match for me. I would break her, and she would learn to obey me.

"We'll see about that, Sakshi," I said, my voice low and menacing.

"We'll see about that." I could see the doubt in her eyes, the uncertainty.

She knew she was trapped, and she knew I would stop at nothing to claim her. And I would. Oh, I would. She was mine, and I would make sure she knew it.

I watched as Sakshi quickly made her way out of my luxurious mansion, her eyes fixed on the door as if she couldn't wait to escape.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. She thought she could just walk away from me, from this? She was mine now, and I wouldn't let her go that easily.

I'd let her think she'd escaped, for now. But I'd be watching her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And when I did, she'd be mine, completely and utterly mine. The thought sent a thrill through me as I turned back to my drink, my eyes never leaving the door she'd just exited through. She'd be back, and next time, she wouldn't be leaving.