♡Chapter 10♡

Shit. My mouth should have stayed closed.

'What. What the fuck.'

'I was just joking. Its not that deep.'

'A joke. I might be stupid but not stupid enough to believe a lie.'

I just stared at him. Blank face. No expression and he did the same. I took a deep breath.

'Listen. Just forget it and get to the department.'

I felt so small.

The ride was quiet as I refuses to hear. I blasted music in my earphones and calmed myself down.

I headed inside the department greeted by Zain and I just give him the hand to not question me.

Everything was just so surreal. How did I escape that shithole but still managed to see the shadows of my past surrounding me.

'Come in Zeeshan and Aiesha.'

I sat as far across from Zeeshan and Zain.

'It is murder. The cartels have been on our watch list as you guys know. There have been reports of a few people. The main people are Zain Zeeshan and you.' He pointed at me and I nodded.

The cartels are mafia business dealers that transport drugs and they have had a huge amount of control over LA but they seem to have lacked loosing 25% of their deals.

'You three are going to attend the yearly mafia balls. Everything is prepared. Tomorrow. You are not allowed weapons into the building which you guys are still going to bring in. In the ball Aiesha you are to find the Italian mafia leader and seduce your way into the secrets. Zeeshan if plans are not to go smoothly you will also get with the cartels dear sister. Zain you are to keep eyes out and get information. Oh by the way you guys are now apart of the French mafia.'

The information soaked into my brain but my mind kept wondering back to my mom. She had the chance of a divorce but she didn't. My sisters are still with my mom so she should be safe but i just feel like i haven't been there. I need to visit.

'You may leave.' I stood up taking the note sheet and the weapons we are meant to sneak in.'

'Aiesha.'

'Hmm. Yes what happened. Zain'

'So is he-.'

'No still out and about. Zain leave it. Stop stressing yourself. I am going back anyways so just chilax.'

Zain has been a big part of my life. Every step he takes just leads new doors.

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I walked out the department stepping into my car and taking a deep breath in while i melt into my seat. My eyes kept going back to his g wagon.

Control your motherfucking eyes you whore.

My phone buzzes and ignore it til it was continuous. I look at the notification and see Zain's name.

Zain: club tonight. Your coming I don't care. At 10 oh and I invited your sister.

Aiesha: yhyh fine

My oldest sister moved to NYC a few days ago but I did not fins the time to see her. I was pretty close to her. She helped but didn't at the same time. Oh well she is only 4 years older than me. There isn't much she can do.

I get home and take a cold shower hoping to drain my thoughts but i got too cold. I though I had hypothermia for a second. I get out and put a green tight dress with a slit down the middle exposing my thighs. I put light nude makeup on and matching heals. I put my hair into heatless curls making it wavy.

I drive there getting into the music faze while I blast B Young's song.

I notice Zeeshan's G wagon that still had a figure inside. I get out ignoring the car until i feel a strong figure behind me. I felt his presence and it was bothering me. I keep walking in putting a curl behind my ear.

I spot my sister and run despite wearing heels. It felt like that hug that we give each other once a blue moon

'Bonjour ma sure.' (Hello my sister.) What can I say.

'Look who decides to show up.'

'I told you I was coming. Wether I made it on time or not was not apart of the stupid deal.' Zain gives a light chuckle while clashing his fiats with Zeeshan's.

We take a seat on the VIP table. I sit down as I feel a strong arms going on the rim of the seat behind me. I look to my right to see Zeeshan. He gives a smirk and I roll my eyes.

'Round 1.'

We take shots and i drown mine hoping my heartbeat and the butterflies go. My eyes get caught into his and i just feel everything around me melt. I break the tension and rest my eyes on a random table til realisation hit me that the cartel boss was sitting on the table right across us. Hmm.

'Isn't that The cartel.'

Zeeshan and Zain turn to discreetly look at him.

'Yh. What are they doing in NYC.' Zain questions knowing I was thinking the same.

'This is the night club of the USA. The best one in the states. Probably spending cash.' Zeeshan answers the thoughts.

Hmm. Let the mission start now.

I get up knowing the questionable faces behind me and walk over to the table sliding my arm across his shoulders giving him the look that radiated dominance and fire and walking to the bar.

I can feel his heavy steps behind me. Trailing me. They get slower and slower till no more. I turn and there.

He was a tall man not as tall as Zeeshan. Strong features. Honey brown hair with matching honey eyes unlike his sister whose a blonde and blue eyes.

I walk to the bar and order a martini. I feel his hands grips my waist. I know he's no harm so I give him the satisfaction of touching a bad bitch. His touch left fire inside me. I turn around now having my front clashed against his. I rest my elbows on the table. Leaning back.

'Hmm and who are you.'

I just wink as he smirk. We do not have fake names yet and it is better to keep mine a shadow.

'Valeria Cartel.' I nod and give a pleasant smile which he returns.

'Italian. Your the cartel don.'

I focus my eyes on his.

'Fate huh.'

'Not yet. Don't get too excited there fury.'

He winks. 'Fire.'

Before i could go my eyes wonder to out table and I see Zeeshan's eyes fixed on us. Valeria grabs my wrist and pulls me to give a kiss on the cheek.

Thirsty ass mf.

I walk away back to the table.

'Good run huh.' I rest my head into my arms that were on the table.

'Yh thought I would make it easier.'

Zeeshan's hand discreetly grip my waist making tons of butterflies to rise up.

He leans into my ear. 'Tell me. Did he make you feel like this.'

I remove his hand and place it on my right thighs and cross my thighs putting my right one on top of my left. He replaces his hands making him grip my bare thighs and the slit to slide across my side revealing the side of my ass. I now place my right thigh on top trapping his hand and him feeling both of my bare thighs.

I hand him a smirk.' No one could ever have you hooked like I have.' I return the comment.

I knew the Cartel's eyes were on me so we had to hide right? Or did I do this with my on pleasure?

I look at him. A visible smirk on his face and I return the pleasurenties.

I look back at my sister who has now noticed the smirk exchange and winks.

My eyes go back to lock with eager hungry ones. You are about to go down Mr Valeria Michelson Cartel.

We take a round 2 and I move to the dance floor feeling the need to let loose.



'Love me' by Little Tecca comes on. I get up my seat and pull Zeeshan with me 'cause why not. Heheh

'Calm down Raven.'

'No hurry up. The songs about to finish.'

Instead of moving to the dance floor. I get pulled into him making our body class. He picks me up effortlessly and moves to the private bathroom. My heart racing.

He backs me up into the wall and gives me the look for approval. I nod and he clashes his lips onto mine. I travel my hands to his soft hair while his one hand goes to my waist and one to pull my thigh around his hand making the green slit to not be there exposing my black lace underwear. His hand don't travel to my ass but stay on my lower thigh.

He kept his lips on mine with my eyes closed. He travelled from my mouth to my neck moving towards my ear. A few moans of pleasure left my mouth which made his kiss faster and deeper and grip my waist and thighs tighter.

The music changes to 'Celeso' by Lele Pons but slowed version fitting perfectly with this situation.



He left one last kiss and while he was finishing he let go of my waist and thighs and fixed my hair making me look decent for when we go back. He brings my keg back pulling my dress straight and fixing the cleavage. He lets go of the kiss and pulls back. He take his hand and travels up to my upped thighs to my scar and bruise, making me flinch. He looks t the scar and I remove his hand. He doesn't question it thankfully and starts rubbing his thumb on my scar.

'Fuck. Why are you so perfect and mine.' He says leaning into my ear. He rubs his thumb where the Cartel kissed me and leaves a wet kiss at the same time.' Mine.' He gives me a smirk and walks out.

I close the door going to the mirror and realising the hickey he left. I get my concealer out and cover if as much as I can and start thinking again. Fuck my lace underwear is moist. Shit. I walk out looking like nothing ever happened and head back to the table which he beat me to.

'Where have you been.' My sister questions.

'Phone call.'

I panic 'dad.' Bitch your dad never calls you twice under a month.

'What.'

'Where are you guys and your family from.' Zeeshan questions taking the attention off.

This dick is actually somewhat useful.

'Me and Aiesha born Pakistan raised french and educated England. But our younger one is born French and the youngest I born and raised british.'

'That is so cool

Don't you guys have a brother.'

How did he know. I give him a confused look.

'Yh born and raised French.' I answer. My eyes still locked into his.

I sink back into my chair and place my hand on my right thigh hiding the scar which Zeeshan immediately removes it and places his hand on the same place i had it. I let myself sink back even more. His hand on my thigh felt like protection but I don't think much of it.

I look around noticing the cartel leaving. He walks over to my table and I use the fabric of my dress to hide Zeeshan's hand. He slides a piece of paper across to me which opened. His number. I look towards the exit and put a curl behind my ear and wink his soul out of him.

I look to looks back at an angry Zeeshan. I give a light chuckle. Shit is about to go down tomorrow

(Check my tiktok @xx.soul2 to see how i made this scene. I have a video on it and the trailer is there.)