◇Chapter 11◇

Leave the past where it belongs.

I wink at Cartel showing dominance. I get back to my world which seems to be blurr. My mind wonders to the reality which seems to be a nightmare. People would fall the second they step into my shoes. All of this fun for what. Nothing is handed to you Aiesha Malik. You work.

I remove his hand on my thigh making no eye contact.

'I am leaving. Business.'

I get up before the questions are thrown at me. My bag dangling from my shoulder I walk to my car. I place my forehead onto my wheel before speeding off. Every smile is a realisation of the past.

I speed faster. Driving was always an escape. It made me loose control and loosen up. It was less painful.

Zeeshan's POV:

Just like that she walked away with regret on her face. It was plain out in sight. Every movement of hers radiated the fact that it was a mistake.

'We should leave too. We have to get to work early.'

'I am going to stay a bit longer.' I say as they are getting up.

As they are about to leave i head over to a blonde that was alone on the dance floor. I grip her waist and she returns a satisfactory permission to me. She had strong bone structure. Well kept body and well kept ass. All I needed.

'Meet you in the bathroom.'

I head over to the same bathroom we were in. Her smell still lingering. I get distracted by her hourglass figure walking towards me closing the door behind her.

I hold her by the neck backing her into the wall. I kissed her deeply as our tongues fought for dominance. It made the pain swell. She moved her hand down my chest and starts unzipping my jeans as they fall to the ground. I take her mini dress off and after everything was a blur but i remember ending this and going back for a drink. Shots after shots. I felt uneasy so I sat down leaving her on the dance floor alone. I felt a hand knocking me out. After it was all dark.

I wake up with a headache and pain shooting all over my body. I look to my right and I feel who is next to me. I make contact with something soft but rigid. I quickly sit up and realisation hit me.

'Why are you touching my fucking dick for.'

'What the fuck. I thought I was kidnapped.' I shoot up and realise it is Zain. My body releases the tension.

'You would be if I wasn't there get ready. Your big trouble mate. Micheal wants to see us.'

'What now.'

'You will see.'

Aiesha's POV:

After driving for an hour. I went home and got changed into a set of black gym wear. It was late but the drive didn't release much. The bathroom shit was still on my mind and i needed to calm myself down.

The next morning I got ready early. A deep red top and black trousers with a matching blouse.

I drive up town to the department making no eye contact with staff and heading straight to the meeting room to try to get this mission om deck. I was early for a reason. I sat down putting sheets of information about our mafia and Italians. I place my laptop down and get to work.

There is no proof of connections to the mafia so it is just a suspicion which needed confirmation. The murders and kidnapping are happening to people above age 18. The age where people have strength and come more in use but the Italian mafia is full of people aged 20. Why the kidnapping. The princess cartel is 22 herself. There seems to be no connections to the Italians.

After research. It shows that the Italian are against trafficking woman and people.

Then it hit me. The world's biggest mafia is the Russians, they are not the strongest. That place is taken by the Cartels. That is why they don't have a good history between them.

The Russians consists of just a don with no heir but a wife. Without an heir any mafia can die. The Italians have plenty of heirs. Jealousy. Bingo.

We need to make an alliance with both the Russians and the Italian without neither of them knowing. To defeat them they both need power and with us on the rise they need alliances which will be my mafia.

Tonight we need to make alliances as well as gather information.

I hear footsteps walking towards the office. Micheal turns the corner followed by Zeeshan and Zain.

'I am disappointed in you Zeeshan. This is not the first time.'

I shoot Zain a confused look and he returns with a hand for patience.

'I get the clubbing bit but getting right out drunk with the Cartel's cousin was not apart of the plan. You even slept with her. Not only did you do this, you did it in front of the Cartel's sister. The one you were meant to seduce. Now she knows who you are. You have ruined the mission. Now you can't get information with her as the cousin will recognise you As well as the sister. You have put yourself in danger. You have any idea what would happen if Valeria showed up.'

'I understand. I am sorry.'

Slept with her. Stab in the heart. I keep my face neutral making no move. I was just a fling. Fucking dick bitch. His face full of guilt was a look unforgettable. So much for a smooth mission.

' I'm sorry but you are resigned from this mission. Valeria already knows you and you are his target for sleeping with his family member. Zain you and Zeeshan are behind the scenes for safety. Aiesha it is up to you. You are by yourself. This is your mission.'

I nod in agreement making no eye contact with Zeeshan. Not only did he sleep with them. He put everyone in danger and ruined this mission making it harder. How am I meant to do this while fucking with two mafias that are at war with each other.

'I get it. This will not be repeated.' Zeeshan says while seating himself down followed by Zain.

I lean back in my chair, with a stupid smirk on my face.

'Any connections.'

'Considering that Zeeshan slept with her. He can't be seen around me as it will cause suspicion. We met Valeria Cartel yesterday. I made the hit move. Seems to be that the French mafia is on the rise already. They need a bigger mafia meaning alliances which will be made by me.' I shoot Zeeshan a glare. 'I have a feeling the Russians are involved. They have a war going on and the Russian need an heir before they die down. The Italians are on a down low meaning they are under threat. I need to make alliances and gain double information.'

'Hmm. Understood. It is your mission so take lead. Try staying alive and figure this out. Come here before leaving tonight. You will have an earpiece and protection. I will see you soon. Take care. This might be the last time i see you. Stay inside the penthouse that i have provided. Make sure to make this mafia real. You have to have stock and make charges at other mafias to seem real. All the luck Aiesha Malik. You have potential.'

He leaves giving me a congratulating smile which I return.

'Soo you scared?' Zain questions.

'Would have been easier if your friend wasn't desperate to get laid.' I shoot him a death look for making this harder.

'It was going to be heard either way. Especially since it is the mafia and we have to make our own mafia. Let's see what you are capable of.'

I give a devilish smirk.

'Stop competing.'

'Not really a competition if I have already won. I gained myself freedom and new mafia boss.'

He glares at me making me smile. It is time for my reign Zeeshan Ahmed.

'Anyways before leaving come by. Zeeshan will give the earpiece and weapons. Take care. You are dealing with powerful people and your exceptional beauty might not get you out of lying to the mafia.'

'People only lie when they are scared.' I say this while staring at Zeeshan hoping the message was crossed.

'The New York DP have taken over your dad's house by the way. You want your sisters and mom out or are they staying.'

'I will go down in a bit to sort this out.'

Zain gives me a nod and leaves leaving me and him alone. The awkwardness was too much so i get up and start walking out.

'What is wrong with you. How did you leave without saying nothing.'

Wow.