“You stole from me and stole my heart too, little thief. What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”Idris questioned. Tracing the horse whip on her delicate skin. Devika let out a low moan. “Punish me later, but please. fill my desires now.”Devika pleds desperately. Devika the bread winner of a high class theft group. battles with a traumatic past that led her into stealing. What happens when she stole from the pocket of the richest man in the world. His grandfathers wrist watch, the only one of its kind. She stole it, what happens when she is giving a mission to steal from a wealthy man. Only to find out that her next target is the same man she stole his watch. Join me on this sweat ride filed with Drama, Romance, Action, and comedy. Triggerwarning: This novel contains rated content. sexual abuse, killing, theft, etc.
View MoreIdris stared at Devika like she had just said a whole lot of shit. His face slowly turned into a smirk as he stared at her. She blinked repeatedly like she was trying to hypnotize him, but he knew all of these tricks. Gold digger. That was what she was, a gold digger. She was a thief, who came to his company with a fake identity and fake purpose. Not only did she do that, she stole from him. His grandfather’s watch. Speaking of the watch, he had totally forgotten about it. “Why would I make you my date?” he questioned. Devika smirked, her gaze flickered with mischief. She walked around his table then stopped beside him, turned his chair to her, caging him between her arms. “I am your PA, and from what I’ve learned, you’ve never had a woman in your life,” Devika spoke confidently. Idris continued staring at her without looking away, and Devika, she returned his stares. Making direct eye contact with him without any intention to break it. She felt a sudden shift in the
Idris sat on his desk deep in thought. A pile of files were lined up on his desk, resulting from the works of yesterday. As he sat on the chair, elbow resting on the desk with palm under his chin. His body was present but his mind wasn’t. He was too deep in thought to even notice his surrounding. With eyes closed, he couldn’t help but think back to his interrogation with Dexter. FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY’S BEACH In the dark of the night, where the ocean collided with the shore, Idris stood on the seashore with Dexter kneeling before him, while Dickson stood behind Dexter. The cool night breeze blew his hair to the back. Both of his hands were in his pocket as he stared down at the trembling Dexter. Dickson stepped closer and removed the black cloth from his head. Dexter bent before raising it up. The moment his eyes met Idris’ lifeless ones, he shivered but managed to force a grin out. The simple action enraged Idris. He felt the urge to put his hands on Dexter’
Aoife climbed down from the taxi with a grumpy look on her face, walking to her house. She didn’t go to the gang house tonight, not after what had happened. Idris killed Logan before they could even get to him. He killed their information for their next mission. To make matters worst. Devika didn’t take matters lightly. She was so furious that she attacked Idris, grabbing him by the neck with red eyes. But he only stared at her with a smirk. He didn’t touch her, he let her hit him on the wall. But she only did that because he left Logan’s brother, that was the only reason Devika didn’t go savage. Idris had let them have Logan’s brother without questioning. He didn’t even seem surprised when he saw them. Instead he only let out a smirk when Devika punched him. To make it all creepy, he called her name and told her he was gonna see her at work tomorrow. “So he really knows who she is”Aoife muttered to herself, walking into her apartment building. Since they got Logan’s brother. S
“We come in peace,” Dickson said. He exchanged a knowing glance with Idris. In the next second, he drew out his blade from his holster, and Idris drew out his gun. They did it so fast that the men didn’t see it coming. Dickson’s knife went straight to the man standing behind him; he slit his throat, killing him instantly. Dickson didn’t let go of the man—he used him as a bulletproof shield, attacking the man who aimed at him. Idris wasn’t left out. He had shot the man behind him in the head and the one standing as guard at the main door—he shot him in the forehead. Right now, he was in a fistfight with the other two as Dickson took on the remaining two men. He successfully shot down one of the men, hitting him directly in the head. He turned to face the other man, only for the man to throw a punch at his face. Idris gritted his teeth in fury. He raised his fist and it met the man’s forehead, sending him flying. His back hit the wall, and he dropped to the floor unconscious.
RED HOTEL ROOM 205 The smell of alcohol and cigarettes filled the air as three men sat on their separate chairs. The ashtray was covered with already burnt cigarettes. One of the men sitting on a couch crashed his cigar on the ashtray in front of him letting out a chocked laughter as he leaned back on the couch. He had a viper tattoo on his neck running into his forehead. He wore a versace robe with versace slippers. His teeth were gold with the gold chain round his neck, giving him the gangstar vibe. His eyes were completely red due to how much smoke he had consumed. He is Logan, the one devika is hunting tonight. Sitting separately from Logan is Dexter dragon, Idris pray. Dexter was dressed in a fine silk black robe, he had a scar on his right eye, it made its way to his cheek. Tatto covered the exposed parts in his arm and chest. Beside Dexter was another man, Logan's twin. He wore extremely the same clothes as Logan, the same tattoo. Surrounding the room were seven bodyguards,
IDRIS CASTLE Inside a red room, lined with plush red carpet, stood Idris and Dickson. He held a pistol in his hand, checking it out, while Dickson picked up the knives. He was more skilled in combat and using knives. The walls of the room were lined with shelves, each used as a weapons hanger. Guns, knives—name it—they were all present. “You sure you don’t need anything else other than that pistol?” Dickson questioned, his gaze sweeping from Idris to his knives. Without replying, Idris holstered his gun into the shoulder holster. He wore a suit jacket to cover the holster. “You done packing?” Idris asked instead. “Yeah,” Dickson answered. “I am starting to think. Matthew called you, right?” Dickson questioned. “Yes, he did,” Idris answered with raised eyebrows. “He told you the Haram girl… or what’s her real name again?” “You mean Devika?” Idris questioned. “Yes, the Devika. Matthew said she emailed him saying she won’t come to work today—that was what you said,”
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