♤Chapter 9♤

This chapter is long and juicy so make sure to get snacks ;)

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I woke up early getting to the office in time. The underground office was chic. Fully white but the floors black making the white and hints of grey pop. I put my hand on the hand print check to get in, meeting with Micheal and Zain.

'Aiesha. Let's talk.' Shit shit shit.

'Hmm.' I respond.

'I will do it. Don't worry oh and how is your hand?'

'Not my hand, it is my arm but either way i am fine and i will do it. I have to face it. And i was going to get him arrested anyway maybe today is the day.'

The worried look on his face was uncanny. I ignored it as the worrying was radiating off to me and i was starting to get nervous.

I walk off to go underground. The security scanned my body with my fbi uniform on. After i was let in, i went further in and noticed Zeeshan looking through the laptop which showed information about him. I cleared my throat to get his attention and his eyes scanned my body making me feel uneasy. Before i realised it, i was doing the same. He wore. He worse a black tuxedo with black shoes which looked like he was going out after this.

'Let's get moving.' I say breaking the silence.

'I'll question him first then you can.' He responds and i nod in agreement releasing a sigh of relief.

I watch him go into the room with a table and 3 chairs with him tied down. He approached him and rolled his sleeves up.

'Answer.' He calmly yelled.

'I have nothing to say. I am not answering any of your questions. I want to see her.' Zeeshan's eyes met mine and rush of anger and fear ran down my spine. I broke the eye contact with a feeling that Zeeshan can read me. I look towards Jeffrey whose eyes were on me now.

I didn't realise that Zeeshan had come out and was right next to me while my eyes were still on Jeffrey. Shit.

'He is all yours Ms Malik.'

I look at him and he motions to go inside. I felt like crying. It was about to happen. I walk in my eyes firmly on him with my chin up. The least I could do is teach him what I have become.

'Speak up. I don't have time.' I say putting my hands on either end of the table.

'Do not worry my little lady. I will make time. Let's start with what you want to know then we will get personal right.'

'Ferme ta gaule.' (Shut the fuck up in french) I speak up.

'I had no hand in the trafficking and I was just there to attend the auction. There. You want proof. I will give you proof. Untie me.'

My blood was boiling as I untie him trying to not touch him. He hands me an invitation card for an auction and a phone with camera footage. Everything was with him. He was not guilty. For fuck sake. My only chance and I missed it. I start to walk out with the footage to double check if it was real until i was interrupted.

'So Aiesha Malik. I hope your friend wouldn't mine hearing this. Was your dad any good. Did you break under his touch. Believe it or not. Your strong as fuck but not completely. I was with your dad. Did you figure that out yet. I was behind every time he touched you. He wanted lust and your mom didn't deliver so we used you. Your sisters were too mature and you were too innocent so you were perfect. I was surprised to see you on the news as you weren't smart enough to figure shit out but strong enough to keep it in for 5 years. You made a big mistake and your going to pray...' He spoke out.

A tear was about to escape me but I realised Zeeshan's eyes were on me. My anger got the best of me and I took my pocket knife and threw it towards him hitting his arm at the same place he hit me. I didn't care Zeeshan was there with Zain and I took shit in my own hands.

'Don't worry. I promised to get you behind bars.' I say walking towards him.' Everything that happened was not to be spoken and you did. Watch it . Next time I see you. You will regret every laying a hand on me. Your shit is about to go down the drain. The mistake you say I made. Well I will make your life a living hell like you and that shitty dad made my life hell. Remember that Jeffrey. Remember my name because next time i will be on the news for putting your shit to an end. It's me you are playing against and i will teach you how to play.' I spit out the words with dominance making my point clear as I will get him into jail.

Before walking out i take out the knife and he groans in pain. As I get to the main room. I keep my head up but away from the both of them.

I give the tape to Zeeshan and he checks it.

'He is right. No sign of a fake footage but attending the auction is a crime itself but not that deep. He is to go to jail but his bail will be only $2000.' He says looking at my eyes that weren't honey brown anymore.

'Can we get someone to take him and when the bail is payed we will see each other there.' I respond.

'Got it.'

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Zeeshan's POV:

Everything went so quickly. Aiesha threw her pocket knife at him and Zain walk forward to go into the room but i stopped him. She clearly has a past with this piece of shit. Let her take her anger out.

Her words echoed the whole underground radiating the dominance she held. .y mind kept going back to his words. What happened? What was the hatred between her dad him and her. You could tell Aiesha was out for revenge on him.

As she came out. I didn't mention it. She looked like she about to shoot someone in the head then take all the organs out and shove it up their ass so i stayed quiet as she told me to verify the evidence. The tension in the room was uncanny. I didn't mention the fact that a person was already on the bailing list for him. It was Said Malik. The same last name and the resemblance. That was her dad. I didn't have the confidence to mention it as temperatures were already high.

To release some heat I went to the gym. Took my shirt off and headed towards the boxing areas as my eyes fell on her.



Hair back she was vigorously punching the bag. The blood dripping down her knuckles. She looked amazing for someone taking anger out. Her face flushed but focused. Her eyes not honey brown yet she has hope still there. I cleared my throat break the silence and her eyes locked onto mine. I kept the eye game strong and so did she.

'You ok?' I ask as it was getting eery.

'Yeah. I am fine. What bout you.'

'Yeah same old me. Just here for fun.' I say giving her a smirk to make her smile which worked.

'While you are here. You can teach me a few things in wrestling. I have never done it.' She requested and I nodded since I had nothing better to do. As she stood there I took my leg discreetly and floored her getting on top of her.

'You could have told me that we are starting. I want a refund.' I give a small laugh and she does the same.

'If someone flores you. It is better to stay discreet as they have the dominance. Use legs to switch places and get on top and straddle him.' She nods and does as I say. As she straddles me her hands fall on mine as i lace them together.

'Your hands are no use since they are captured. Think about what you could do.' Good save.

She falls back and now laying on top of me and her legs move towards my upper body and flips me and i let loose her hand as she gets up.

'Done.' She says with a huge smile on her face.

'I think i need a break.'

She gives a light chuckle and we sit on the end of the boxing ring to cool down. The silence was so loud.

'He has the bail money.' I say as I couldn't keep it from her. She looks at me shocked.

'Who. How. It hasn't even been that long.'

'You really want to know.' She looks away knowing who exactly it was. The anger on her face returned.

'I'll see you at the NYC PD in a bit.' She responds walking out the gym.

I went home. Took a long cold ass shower and got ready in my uniform and headed to the PD. I meet Aiesha outside.

She was was wearing a police jacket topped with silver rings and light makeup. She wore black jeans and black heals.



She walks towards me holding an envelope which was stacked to the shape and size of money.

'Let's go.' She says and i nod with both hands in my pockets.

'Wait. You lead. I don't know where i am going.' She gives a giggle and I walk faster to be next to her.

We walk into the PD and to the back where the bail and meeting room is held. We walk in and a tall man. Dark hair. Round face was sitting down. He stands up as I enter and his fall on Aiesha who was next to me. I was right the resemblance was there . Aiesha didn't look completely look like him. She far more interesting looking and beautiful with no effort. She had the hair from him and that is pretty much it. Next to her was Jeffrey who was bandaged where Aiesha hit him.

'Mr Ahmed and Ms Malik. They are all done in the PD. They are yours.'

Aiesha walks in front of me and takes a seat first and I sit next to her. I nod to the speaker and he leaves.

'Mr Boner. You are on a lookout from the department.'

'Why is that.' Mr Malik questions but before i could answer Aiesha answers.

'Because he attended an illegal auction and in the tape it is shown he is an owner of a gun but the government have not allowed him to after he used it for wrong.'

'Aies-.'

Before her dad could continue. Aiesha stops and interrupts.

'Me and Zeeshan have a lookout on your house too as he is a continous on goer to your house Mr Malik.'

'No one will enter my house. I hope that I clear.'

'Not your house. It is on my mom's name and I don't need consent as 25% of that house is owned by me and mom doesn't have an issue about it.'

Before he could respond I speak up.

'Aiesha being the owner does not need consent and as for Mr Boner's house we have consent from the PD and department to have full view of the house. There will be no arguments and we have all the information against you. It is better to stop speaking as everything and anything can be used against you Mr Malik especially when a main character has proof.' I say while looking towards Aiesha signaling her to leave.

As we get up I let Aiesha in front of me for safety reasons. I walk up to my car and see Aiesha walking to her dad from the corner of my eyes.

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Aiesha's POV:

I walk into the room and my eyes fall on my dad. How the fuck is he sitting so confidently here. I am going to ruin his life. I calmed my self down and sat down.

The conversation was mostly arguing over Wether freedom is deserved. I ended up winning with the help of Zeeshan. I knew he could the tension with the knife because he kept giving me glances.

As we were going out he let me first to separate me and my dad. I give him a smile signaling a thank you.

After we got out i took the envelope out my back pocket and walked towards my dad. I motioned to Zeeshan to wait for me.

'The money is here. Expect me to look every inch you walk. I will keep my half of the bet. I will see you Jeffrey behind bars and as for you you are lucky you're my mom's husband because I would have 3nded you sooner. Don't think I am weak because when I come back at you. You will be no match for me.' I say handing the envelope that held a few thousands in it. 'This is the last time I am sending money.'

'Watch who you are talking to. I am still your father.'

'The father you failed badly at. I am over 18 with no legal guardian meaning you have no shit against me but i do. That piece of proof will end you father so watch your next steps carefully.' I finish giving looks at both of them and walking of.

'That guy is not going to save you every time. You watch before we come when your all alone. Your strength will be weakness. You are lucky he was here because I would have ripped your pussy into shreds til you would cry. You wouldn't be able to do anything. That pussy is nothing I haven't seen before remember the past as i will make sure it haunts you everywhere you walk. As for those juicy tits. Good luck they will be bruised with the amount of times me and you father will suck it.'

I turn around to face Jeffrey about to pull my gun out at his disgusting comments about me. I pulled the hand gun out but a familiar scent took over. He gripped my waist pulling me back and taking my gun. I try to speak but he takes the gun and uses it to knock it in their heads.

'Don't worry I will be here to save her every time even if she doesn't need it. As for those comments. I suggest you watch your next move extra carefully before I am the reason you don't even have a future.' He pits the gun back into my back pocket and takes the envelope back holding the money and putting it inside my left pocket. He holds my waist and motions me to walk. His tall self was over towering me.

The anger I held was taking over. I walk over to my car which was behind Zeeshan's. He takes a hold of my hands and pulls me to sit down in his car.

'Wait.'

'Your car will be at your house before you even get there don't worry and sit down and stop being so hard to deal with.' I roll my eyes.

I sit down and take my phone out and call my mom

Aiesha: control that husband of yours before I kill him.

Mom: what did he do now?

Aiesha: he bailed his friends out and then participated in disgusting comments. You might not know but i am apart of the Police so I suggest you control his shit before he goes behind bars.

Mom: you wouldn't

Before i could say watch me Zeeshan took the phone and ended the call.

'Come on. Not my phone.'

'There are cameras all over NYC. If you don't want your secret revealed conceal it.' He answers

'Listen. Whatever happened and whatever was heard forget it. And thanks back there.'

'I don't know what is going on but from what I have heard you could get them arrested whenever you want.'

'I-.' I stopped myself but someone else was controlling me.' I am silenced by law.' I let loose. Why did I have the feeling that I could open up to him. This feeling was eating me alive.

'What do you mean?'

'My dad put false information on my past and said that if I stayed quiet about whatever he did then i could remove anything and everything I wanted from history and so I did.'

'He has no right to do that. Only a real police and fbi agent has authorisation to do this.'

'My dad doesn't need one. If he did need he wouldn't have sexually and physically harrass-.' Shit.