Mafia Conquest ( Mafia Love story #2 ) by KATHLEEN HAYAT (e book reading free .TXT) 📖

Michael stared at his good for nothing cousin for good minutes as Ibrahim tensed under his gaze. He felt satisfaction of authority run through him at that moment.

His men are scared of him!

The man didn't bothered to answer Ibrahim as he went out of the car towards the mosque, from his peripheral vision he saw Ibrahim going inside to pray where as he stood outside with gun at his back.

He had left praying a long while ago. His heart that was once full of faith is now nothing more but a beating stone.

He can hear the Imam ending the prayer and just in few seconds the people started coming out of the mosque making the area crowded.

A small shining light flickered his eyes as his gaze shot up to the intruder for any attack but what met his eyes kept him entranced.

On the second floor of the mosque in the far corner, away from prying eyes. A girl stood beside the railing. Her posture in submission. Her hands raised in a crescent shape, with head facing the sky her eyes closed as thick long lashes caressed her cheeks. Her lips moving in rhythm with slight tremble as she was drowned in her devotion to her lord.

"MashaAllah!" A word so foreign whispered from his lips.

He could feel someone approaching him but the man remains entranced. The glass work done on her veil was the one that was reflecting sunlight on his face getting his attention.

Staring at the beauty whose one traitorous lock escaped the clutches of her hijab and caressed her cheek. The wind swirling in delight as playing with girl and it swirled around her lock as the girl caressed her face with her hands indicating the finishing of her (dua) prayer. A small smile formed on her lips as she opened her eyes-

"What are you doing?" A voice spoke as he abruptly turned to the person beside him seeing Ibrahim staring at him weirdly.

The man glared at him for interrupting his conquest as he immediately stared back at the place to find no one there.

His eyes searched the beauty but no one was there. It felt like a hallucination a mirage which almost lulled him in.

Glaring at Ibrahim the man marched back to his rang rover knowing fully well that bastard Jamal must have escaped.

Michael didn't waited for Ibrahim as he roared the engine to life and next thing he was speeding away.