As she vanished through the backside gate, Zayan could find no trace of her intrusion. Not even a speck of her hair, only an unsettling absence. His chest was pounding, in each passing second, as fierce as the storm outside.

The bad sign shone obviously in front of his eyes. No one should know he was here, doing his dark business. But it happened. It was certain that Zayan would investigate further.

The frustration which was raising inside made him to unload two shots into Diego's corpse as if he mocked at him. Needing distraction, Zayan dialled his secretary.

"Arthur," He didn't mind how his soaked clothes clung to his frame, weighing him down like his thoughts. "Come see me in my study tonight." His voice urgent and impassive. 

With that he stared at the body which cursed him he won't win and sighed. Nobody knows what happened to Diego then. He seemed to be a man who went missing for several days but no one suspected whether he was kidnapped by the ruthless Mafioso or not.

The cozy clouds crept over the dark blue sky and hindered it to be starless. Zayan's car pulled into the concrete driveway, kicking up the dust.

His mansion, the home of the devil, was powdered with imaginary glimmers and doesn't suit his usual style. As he strode through the hallway, golden lights illuminated the expensive furniture which matched the theme of the walls and adornments.

Chandeliers of varying sizes replaced the industrial rods found in his guest house. It had antique candle holders instead of handcuffs and daggers. With rich fragrance of Lavender flower, his home disguised itself like the dream palace unlike the guest house reeking blood which sends shivers through the bones.

Several windows had gentle chirping birds even during the night time, but his guest house only had dead end walls, where no light could escape once it enters the boundary. The only sound was the eerie silence, punctuated by the faint whispers of despair. 

Both his places posses the exact duality he have in his face. Either dark and corrupting or soft and loving. Maids and servants were buzzing around, trying to hold the time and make up the dinning table for their bosses with elegant recipes and decadent desserts with a tinch of selectively picked up wine at the end.

Mrs. Zahra was giving them the instructions, that made him take his footsteps soundless and careful.

As their hum of conversation dominated his arrival, the devil silently locked himself into his room. His mother probably didn't appreciated his act though she was aware, neither did she show it.

As he changed to his dry clothes, Arthur creaked open the door of his study. "Sir, here's your tablet." Handing over the device, said he.

Zayan's eyes sharply perched over it. He tapped on several points of the screen and watched it in horror. 

The CCTV feed of the front gate of his guest house

As it had been raining like hell, the slim figure which entered through the gaps of the bars of the front gate was visible only to an eagle eye. 

Zayan gasped and his grip on the tablet tightened. "The watchman is fired!" He muttered shaking his head.

Arthur blinked and leaned closer to the screen of his master's device. Zayan switched the location of the camera in order to know who the hell was that.

The CCTV feed of the entrance of his guest house

The anonymous figure gets revealed as a girl who is pressing the doorbell and waits there for a while. As the camera's view shows her head and not face, makes the attempt futile to find who she really is.

"Argh! Who the ramen put the camera like this?" Zayan's pulse pitches higher and he grits his teeth, slapping the tablet in his head.

Her dress reminds him of something he saw today in his company. Anxiously he zoomed the paused video to check her dressing, but something else caught his eyes.

Camera...

The next moment Arthur flinched as he saw the tablet flying across the room and crashing over the wall. Raking his hair with his hands, Zayan kicked his table.

He was well-versed that if this piece of blunder gets to his father's concern, the consequences will be unimaginable. The left over trust and the carpet he is unfolding in his dad's heart of rock will have burnt down for nothing.

"Mr. Blaze? May I assist yo-"

"Give me a fricking second, Arthur!" Zayan cuts him and picks up the thrown away tablet again to resume the feed.

She waits for a minute or so, and learns no one is answering the door which makes her walk towards the backyard around the house. Followed by Zayan (himself) coming out with a gun in his hand like a madman. 

The CCTV feed of the side ways of his guest house

The petite figure accidentally puts her leg in the puddle of water. Immediately takes it out and scratches the dirty shoe on the wall next to her in reflex.

Zayan shuts his eyes in frustration and by the audacity of the silly unknown girl. 

She jumps up to reach a small window-like vent only to fail. Clicks a picture of the sky when the silver lightning winked. 

Zayan doesn't know the noise of the gun shots he made outside the entrance got dominated by that thunder which followed.

The watchman comes to the location when she was already out of the compound through backside gate just like she did in the front. Two minutes passes when Zayan goes to the back gate and checks the anomaly. But returns without clue.

There isn't lot of time to waste. Zayan picked up every clue she left him. 

> Girl

> Clumsy

> Camera

> Floral printed frock

"A journalist again?" He whines and looked at Arthur, passing the tablet. Reluctantly his secretary gets it and comes to the same page as his master is.

Zayan climbs on his table and sits over it, facing the ceiling. He suspects she is linked with Diego by some chance and believes his gun still needs to work upon the string, before the matter goes to his father's ears.

"Get me everything on today's event. I want answers." 

The place which dripped ominous silence, echoes his deep voice like a promise. With Arthur's nod pleasing Zayan, the story churns to get twisty.

It is not a surprise that he had no idea that she was Livia, who he ran into in the office. His memory is haywire when it comes to remembering girls' faces. Especially who has no status or money.

Perhaps his father was pressuring him to wed a new female every weekend.

"In case it compels, kidnap her..."

Zayan skipped his dinner with a cup of coffee, not wanting to meet his dad after he messed up. 

And didn't recalled that he had disposed a small rectangular card yesterday which stuck his clothes, thinking it was some random stuff. Neither did he give chance for her to speak today.

Else it would have made sense to him. The whole time he had no wink of sleep, picturing her vividly as a threat. 'Who was she? What did she want?' He couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was more than a coincidence.

After three days which seemed like a year, the report file bounced on Zayan's table. 

"Livia Marino..." He felt the name to be triggering to open the secrets his team had gathered without her notice. 

He was told that Arthur remembered her from the café, Ruth Espresso. 

He scoffed at his own illness of catching such small detail. It was still intriguing for him about her trespassing stunt.

As the file read about everything about her background, parents, financial burden, it had an image clip of the girl he has been conceiving to be a rogue lass. But his creased heart skipped a beat when he pulled out the photograph which had an angel-like girl.

Long brown tangles, innocent pale skin like snow white, strawberry pink lips and attractive orbs. She meant no harm, gleaming light vibes. 

Brushing the sweetly-burning thought away, he immediately took his car towards Ruth espresso. 

"It was too early to meet her. She comes to work during evening except Sundays." 

His patience crashed to its extent and he gave his visiting card to Ruth, to whom he talked to and returned to his office. The office which has the CEO seat which burns his butt.

Astonished Ruth, had no other option than dropping the visiting card in the dustbin after he left, "She already have that, moron." Ruth even dialled Livia but she didn't picked up.

Rolling on his swivel chair while holding Livia's photograph, Zayan tried to shake the disappointment. 

The sunlight casted a golden hue over his charming face, limiting the idea for one to think he is the one who took the life of a person. The gigantic room of his, left him alone and nothing enough to be proud for.

For him, the tailored tux and position of the chair was just the disguise. He is the Mafia boss of Zona Oscura 04 after his father now.

"Mr. Blaze," Arthur is inside his cabin now, "you have mails to check and a meeting this afternoon. Are you up?" 

Zayan heaves an exhausting sigh, "Tsk, why don't we have some coffee and play chess, Arthur?"

His secretary mindfully chuckled while insisting his daily targets. 

"Never mind!", gently placing her picture next to his PC, Zayan opened his email with no interest in doing. Unlike other days, his pale green eyes screamed in delight as he found something fascinating in the inbox.

"Gotcha," A dark smirk crept across his face when he whispered, "Little fox..."

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