Mafia Emperor

Mafia Emperor

Seerat Kaur

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I smiled a bit. I ran my fingers on my iphone. I beckoned my men to shoot his men. They were on the ground in a second, wet in their own blood. I saw she was glaring at me in my eyes. Nobody dared to look in my eyes, she did. Her bewilder eyes were making her more sexy and hot. I paced toward her, gripping from her waist. She was giving me a touching rose petals feeling. I knew what I was going to do. I clutched her tightly and jumped from the railing~~~~~~~ Duante Rego, the international business tycoon, mafia emperor, cruel with badness, ruthless, no mercy for wrong, powerful. It changed his life when he met long wavy haired beauty and he claimed her as his wife at gunpoint. Eveleen Kashyap is a sweet, fun loving, brave, innocent girl. Who is away from this mafia evilness. She attended a family function with her friends, which changed her life. First she met her kidnapper, then Emperor of the Mafia world. Who hooked her up as his wife.

Chapter 1 1

DUANTE' POV

Blood was dripping from his wounded head. It covered his half face with his own blood. Crimson was dripping from his thick eyelash. His white pupils were also red. It had broken me down when I saw his dead body. It infuriated me now, made my blood boil. Anger was simmering under my skin.

Revenge!

He was badly injured. Ricky brutally smashed his head on the wall and smirked evilly as he glanced at the camera. He left the collar off of him.

He staggered on his feet. But somehow managed to rush away from that bastard. He was limping because a bullet hit him in his thigh and second on the left side of his chest and third on the right side.

Doctor's words reverberated in my mind, " Bullet has torn through his artery, there is no chance of his survival. He's already dead." Aarav could not continue his pace anymore. His fifty goons surrounded him.

Anger! I had smacked on the punching bag a thousand times recalling it in my mind. His face contorted in pain.

My amber eyes were fixed on the screen. My body's posture was showing, calm! I was tapping my fingers on the glass table in resentment. There was only my fingers' tapping sound which was echoing low in the office right away. Aarav was struggling for his last breath. His smooth easy intakes were altered in heavy difficult breathing after bullets hit him. He made efforts to stand up. He fell on the ground face down. I was perceiving his pain in my chest. They were cruelly beating him with hockey sticks, their kicks and punches, seeing it really got my adrenaline pumping, my blood boiled, eyes blazing in wrath. I clutched my hands. He inhaled his last breath with difficulty, " Duante. '' whispering my name.

' Aarav had nothing to do with this world. They'll pay for it till the end of their last breath. They'll beg for their death and it will not come easily to these rascals. '

I heaved a deep sigh in exasperation. I was pressing my thumb under my fingers in a fist. It had been more than one hundred, twenty hours, seven minutes and forty-seven seconds, I hadn't used my fisted hands on him to beat the hell out of him. That hooligan threw a grand party on twenty-two of every month. He had arranged an eminent party for this day. A huge part of my heart wants him in his grave. My mind has some other intentions for him.

' I'll kill him, slowly, barbarically and brutally. I'll crush every bone of his before killing him.'

I clicked on the pause button. It was flashing - 22 February on one of my laptop' corners. It was playing CCTV footage, last year's video. It is 22 February today. One year has passed. He had shot it with the best camera, every single detail and sent it to me on this day. To torture me!

I racked my fingers through my hair. My jaw was hurting from clenching. I rested my elbow on the arm of the chair. I inclined my head to one side. I spread my fingers on my face, still, I could see the pause video screen through the split of my fingers. who stood within this slaughter. I had killed them brutally one by one. By the time, it brought my demon out. People called me a heartless demon.

'I'm more than just a heartless demon! I'm the king of this hell.'

' I have beat the hell out of Ricky countless times, during the gap time... I would decide his last breath, not God, not he, not any disease, I'd be me.

He has been hospitalized countless times. I've broken his bones. It is twenty-two February. It's his time to pay the interest plus the amount of his debt which he is carrying and would carry till his last breath. He would go through the pain Aarav had gone through on that ominous day. This day is counted as a dark day of my life. Aarav is more than a brother to me. Ricky stepped over the line. I had sworn he'd be the last heir of his clan. '

He bent over the desk," He has booked the fourth floor for his binge. It's a five-story building. The rest of the floors are booked for family functions. " Thomas said, turning his laptop's display at me.

' Thomas Rego, he's my younger brother, my family, indeed everything. '

" He will revel before his death today, my bare hands are itching to strangle his fucking neck. " I said to him, gritting my teeth.

My iPhone made a beep sound. Forwarding, my hand I grabbed it. I stared at it as I opened the text.

' We're on our way.' Tann.

' I've decided to kill him today more mercilessly and brutally that he would haven't imagined. '

I stood up and buttoned my coat, " Let's go. " I said, without glancing back. If I would set a swimming pool with ravenous crocodiles and ask my men to jump in it. They'd do it without questioning me. No one could judge the Mafia Emperor. Reaching the garage, I unlocked my black Mercedes. I climbed in it and turned the key. I sped up at my destination to end the dark story that he started the same day one year ago.

' I'll finish it today.'

When I reached the spot, I pulled over my car. It stopped with a jolt as I was driving rash. I glanced at the rearview mirror. I could see Thomas' car and the SUVs of my best men. They pulled their cars over behind mine. I stepped out on the black gravel road. I gazed up at the building through my sunglasses. I took them off and chucked them back over the front seat of my car. I tossed my keys at my man. I gestured with my finger.

I strode ahead. They followed my lead. We got in the building from the front door.

We reached the main office, " Good evening, Sir. " The owner of this resort greeted me.

" Evening. " I nodded, " I want this building empty except for the fourth floor," I ordered the manager.

He bowed his head and went into the elevator. I would never harm innocent people. Until they put themselves between my goals.

I walked around the desk. I unfastened my coat and took the head chair. My advocates were already here. I had purchased the entire building.

Thomas came in and eyed the advocate, " You purchased it! " Thomas exclaimed and smirked at the same time.

I passed him my wry smile as I glanced at him.

' My younger brother is still learning. He is an important part of my family, my only family.'

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Taking it out, I ran my eyes on the screen. The message popped up on my iPhone and I swiped to open it.

' We're in! ' Tann.

The corner of my lips lifted up. I was only one step away from my prey, " Time to finish the game. " I was feeling outraged but I said words in a slow voice. Tann was tracking him down as pretending to be his man.

We went to the elevator. I took my ten best men with me, who could fire fifty rounds in one minute.

The elevator opened with a sound and I stepped out. My men were following me and waiting for my command. Thomas was in the manager's office. I didn't want my attention to divert, it was good he wasn't part of it.

' I wanna keep my only family safe.'

I felt a blister of acrimony and enrage in my blood, My blood boiled in my veins at his sight. Here was the m***er****er who killed my best friend. Who was an engineer and had nothing to do with this world. He brutally murdered him. There was no place for such a piece of shit in the world. I didn't harm innocent people, who weren't part of it.

He was surrounded by his men pointing their guns at cops. The hall was filled with loud shrieks and thuds of footsteps, to get out of it. My eyes were fixed on my prey. My hand travelled toward my gun. My fingers were itching to pull the trigger.

' I'm the hunter here. He's my chase. I'll kill him, only I. '

Tann saw me and slipped away from his troop. He joined us. He was a tall slim man with grey hair. He earned his respect in my eyes. He had worked with my father, now he was working with me.

My prey was still unaware of my presence, " He wants to marry her and is going to do it here right now. " Tann whispered in my ear and pointed at the girl, surrounded by three cops.

I shifted my feet to have a clear view of her. I raised my eyes to behold her. She was in a golden gown. I dragged my gaze on her body. Her dress beautifully hugged her, showing her curves. Her wavy brown hair was touching her hip and her shiny brown eyes were carrying fear. I smirked inwardly.

'She has a beautiful innocent face and tempting figure.'

I stared at Tann for more information. My heart gave me the approval of her, making my heart beat faster a little.

" He has kidnapped her. She was attending one of the parties running in this place and one of his men dared to laugh at her. He killed him on the spot. " He completed.

I smiled a bit. I put my gun back in the holster and grabbed the phone. I ran my fingers on my phone. I beckoned my men to shoot his men. The atmosphere reverberated with gunshots, screams, crying.

They were on the ground in a second, wet in their own blood. I let my prey run. I don't wanna give him an easy death. The hit of the bullet would give him an easy death. That was what he did not deserve at all. I wanna see him soaked in his blood. I wanna hit him in the centre of his eyes. I saw she was staring at me in my eyes with horror. Nobody dared to look in my eyes, she did. It challenged me. Her bewilder eyes were making her more sexy and hot. I paced toward her, gripping from her waist. I ignored the astounded gazes of three men who were protecting her.

She slowly gulped looking into my eyes. She was giving me a touching rose petal feeling. Her beauty is breathtaking. I knew what I was going to do. I clutched her tightly and jumped from the railing. She gave a loud scream.

My men already knew my plan. They were standing with a jumping sheet pulled out where I leapt with her. She was beneath me with tightly closed eyes. I ran my eyes on her beautiful face. I stood up and walked toward the office. They were carrying her behind me. They made her sit in a chair. When I was sure she didn't wanna marry him. The plan was hovering in my mind.

" Get marriage's paper ready, Tann. " I ordered him.

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