One week passed with a blur, she remained busy with her blogging and business. She is a fashion blogger and the owner of a fashion company. She works hard five days nonstop and on weekends she parties hard and enjoys her life to the fullest.

It's Friday night and she's lying in her lavish bedroom. She's only in black lingerie, looking sexy and her brown hair is tied up in a messy bun. Her room colour theme is white.

She's wondering about Andrew, " I have been longing to see Mr handsome for a week. Should I visit his club again? I'm not scared to visit his club again but I'm just confused."

"Why shouldn't I visit his other club." She grinned and grabbed her phone to search for his clubs.

"Wait, I don't even know his name?" When she was about to type on google, she realised that she doesn't even know his name.

"First I should search about his club which I visited last week to know his name." She typed, 'who is the owner of red dot club?' And tap on the search icon.

Her eyes shimmered and a smile flashed on her face as she saw his hot photo. He's looking damn handsome in the photo also. She moved her eyes down the photo where his name is written.

"Andrew Anderson ." She read his name and smiled widely, gazing at his photo with desires in her eyes.

Then she searched for his other clubs.

"He owned so many clubs." She uttered in shock after seeing the list of the clubs owned by him.

She decided to visit one of his clubs tomorrow and fell asleep after seeing his photos and setting the wallpaper of his photo on her phone.

On the other side the Mafia boss, Andrew Anderson isn't understanding why he's thinking about the most annoying girl again and again. He's frustrated, not knowing why this is happening to him. He's standing on the balcony bare chest, only in black trousers and drinking, his brows are knitted. Deep inside he's dying to see her again which he's not understanding and this feeling is making him restless.

The next day Chloe visited the saloon for her manicure, pedicure, hairdo and lots of other things.

Now at night, she's getting ready to visit his club and expecting to catch his glimpse after a whole week. She's wearing a black bustier top with tight-fitting black pants and applying hot red lipstick, sitting in the lavish dressing room in front of a huge mirror. She clicked her sexy mirror selfie and posted it on Instagram with the caption 'Work hard but never forget to party hard. #party-hard.'

She reached his other club. People are dancing crazily to the loud music and she's standing at the bar counter with the glass of scotch in her hand, her eyes are desperately searching for her Mr Handsome. Many guys approached her for the dance but she sassily denied everyone.

Coincidentally Andrew also reached there for a meeting. He's striding to his private cabin and three men are walking behind him. He abruptly stopped on his way as his eyes fell over the hot woman standing at the bar counter. His eyes glinted with profound desire and he gazed at her from head to toe.

"Control on your desires, Andrew, she could be a spy." He said to himself in his mind.

"After my warning, how dare she again visited my club? Today I won't leave her. This girl is seriously testing my patience." Now he glared at her in aggression, clenching his fist.

"You all go and I'm just coming." He instructed his men.

Her eyes glinted with happiness as finally, she saw him. Her lips stretched to a broad smile and her heart danced with joy inside her.

He marched to her, glaring at her in fury. He seized her wrist and dragged her to an empty cabin.

"What are doing here after my warning? Now I'm sure that you're spying on me." He bawled and pointed the gun at her.

"My answer is still the same, I came here to your club deliberately because I wanted to catch your glimpse and luckily my wish is fulfilled again." She smiled at him, raising his anger.

He frowned at her. "You're testing my patience, Miss Walker." He clutched the pistol tighter. He's hell frustrated because she's not getting afraid of him and he's angry with himself more that why he's not shooting her.

"And you're turning me on with your hotness." She bit her lower lip erotically and he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

He put the gun down and moved dangerously close to her face, placing his hands on either side of her face on the wall. They both gazed into each other intensely and their heartbeat accelerated because of their proximity. His warm breath caressed her face and sent the chills of desire down her spine. He's taking her breath away from her with his hot look and intense gaze. As she lowered her gaze to his sensuous lips, she craved to taste them.

Somebody from far away captured their photo.

"If I see you again near to my any of the clubs, I'll shoot you without asking anything." He warned her again.

"Oh, I'm so horrified." She said sarcastically. He just stared at her in disbelief.

"Now get lost."He moved away from her and slid his pistol back into the pocket.

"See you soon, Mr handsome." She waved at him, smiling before walking out of the cabin.

He shook his head and murmured, "this girl is something else." Then he left to attend the meeting.

He stopped at the door of his private cabin as his phone rang up. The security guard on the phone informed him that he saw somebody clicking their photo in the CCTV footage. His brows creased after knowing this. He became anxious for Chloe, but he didn't understand his emotions, because for the first time in his life he became worried for somebody.

"Now anybody can use her to take out our information. What if she knows any information about us and gives it to them. I need to find that girl as soon as possible." He gave reason to himself why he is protecting that girl. The real reason is that deep inside he cares for her and he has developed a soft corner for her.

A man came in front of Chloe's car and she instantly applied the brake. She thought he is Andrew's man and he has again come to interrogate her. She stepped out of the car herself and walked to him.

"So you again came to interrogate me." She asked when two men grasped her arms harshly and started dragging her to their car.

"I'm ready to come with you myself, why are you forcing me?" She tried to come out of their strong grips.

"Shut up, keep your mouth shut. You're irritating us." One of the men growled at her.

"You leave my hands, I'm saying I'm ready to come with you." She barked at them.

"Are we fool that we will leave your hands, so that you can escape?"

"Now don't blame me for this." She kicked one of the men's crotch.

The men cried out in pain and the other man slapped her hard on her face two times continuously. "You bitch." She understood that they are not Andrew's men by their behaviour. She glared at them, boiling with anger. They dragged her to the car.

"Where are you taking me?" They are tying her limbs and she is struggling. They are five, therefore she couldn't able to fight with them, but she tried her best.

"You bastard, leave me," they shut her mouth by putting the tape on her mouth and roughly pushed her into the dickie of the car before closing it.

Chloe is in a dark room, bound to the chair, yelling and struggling to open the ropes. She has no clue who has kidnapped her and why. She has no enemy. The men who brought her here, they are standing like a deaf person, paying no heeds to her.

As a strong man in a grey suit stepped into the room, all men bowed their heads down. He grinned at Chloe evilly. She glared at him and shrieked, "open me, you bastard."

"You're close to Andrew, if you provide all the information about him to me, I'll free you." He said, striding toward her.

"I'm not close to him, I met him last week only. He thought I'm spying on him. He is also doubting me. He's hot, therefore I'm after him. But I wish I was close to him." She told him the truth and at last, pouted disappointedly.

"This photo is clearly telling that you both are close to each other." He showed her the photo on his phone that his informer had captured. Her eyes sparkled as she saw their photo, they are so close to each other in photo. Her smile faded into a frown as he kept back his phone in his pocket.

"Now you're telling the truth or not?" Suddenly he yanked her hair harshly and pulled her head back, she yelled in pain.

"I'm telling the truth, you bastard." She barked at him, her eyes burning with anger.

He slapped her hard. "You will not answer like this." She's staring at him in fury.

He asked one of his men to bring the torture equipment. His man brought the trolley from the corner of the room. Knives, needles, hammers and many more things are kept in the trolley.

"If you don't want to scream in pain, give us only his one piece of information? When he is going to deliver his next consignment?" When he asked her, she stayed silent and averted her eyes.

He picked up the knife and cut her arm. Suddenly she freaked out, recalling some flashes of her dreadful past. "Open me, you fucking bastard." She thundered at them with outrage and they became shocked to see her extreme anger.

"Give us information, we will open you."

"I don't know." She yelled at him.

"We know that you know." He cut her area below the neck. She pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut to bear the pain.

They tortured her by grasping her hair and dipping her face in the ice-cold water again and again, but Chloe isn't telling them anything. She had heard the delivery date of his next consignment when the first time she saw him, but still, she is bearing all pain for him and she also doesn't know why, she is numb.

"You son of bitch, stop torturing me, I'm not close to Andrew." She spat on him and rose his anger. He grasped the knife and attacked her.

Before he could stab the knife in her chest in anger, Andrew stepped into the room with his men. He rushed to them while his men handled his men. He grasped the sharp knife, glaring at him in fury, blood is dripping down his hand and his eyes are spitting fire.

Chloe is looking at him with a small smile on her face and her eyes are twinkling with glee. Her heart filled with joy when he made an entry like a hero. She's extremely delighted. She can't describe her feelings in words. In the end, all the torture was worth it.

He directly stabbed the knife into his heart. He moved his eyes to Chloe and his heart ached as he saw her in the worst state. For the first time, he felt hurt after seeing someone in pain, before he was the one who gave pain heartlessly and tortured others brutally. But her condition wrung his heart and made his eyes wet. The Ruthless Mafia isn't understanding what is happening to him. He is utterly baffled by this strong foreign feeling.

"I knew that you would come." She murmured and smiled at him fondly. He ignored her and started opening the ropes.

"You know I had heard the delivery date of your next consignment at the bar last week but I didn't tell them. Now, believe me, I'm not spying on you." As she told him, he stared at her in utter disbelief. 

She became unconscious suddenly and her head fell over his chest. He became shocked for a few seconds.

"Boss, we have to leave now." Mike's voice startled him.

He instantly scooped her into his arms, becoming anxious for her. Mike noticed the change in his boss. The way he's gazing at her and the look on his face is vividly telling to Mike that his boss has feelings for Chloe.

He scurried out of the room, carrying the unconscious Chloe in his strong and protective arms. Mike and his men followed him.

"Mike, call our doctor immediately." He ordered Mike before sitting in the car, holding her.

"Okay, Boss." Mike nodded and when Andrew settled inside with Chloe, he closed the door of the car. He settled down on the front seat with the driver, placing the phone on his ear after calling the doctor.

Andrew is sitting behind, placing Chloe's head on his lap and gazing at her, apprehensive. He's distraught for her but he's not understanding why he's extremely anxious for her. He wants to see her complete fine like before. She suffered because of him today and it's killing him from inside. He has never felt like this for anybody before. All this is new for him and it is frustrating him. The sudden changes which are happening inside him are whirling his mind and driving him crazy. It's just the beginning of the transformation of the Mafia Boss.

Chloe is lying on the bed in one of the lavish rooms of Andrew's mansion. The doctor is doing her dressing and she's still unconscious.

Andrew is sitting at the bar counter of his mansion and drinking the glass of scotch, wondering about the foreign feelings, staring straight unblinkingly. He's not understanding what is happening to him. Why did his eyes become wet when he saw her in pain? He is annoyed that he is developing feelings for someone because he likes to be heartless, he doesn't want to care about anybody. He doesn't want to change. He's afraid to change.

"Boss." Mike's voice startled him.

"What?"

"Doctor said she will gain her conscious back within a few hours," Mike informed him and he just stared at him blankly. Mike added, "you don't worry about her, she's fine."

"What? Why I'll be worried about her. It doesn't matter to me whether she's fine or not." He freaked out, putting the glass on the counter with a thud.

Mike stayed quiet even after knowing that his boss is lying. He truly cares for her, he can clearly see in his boss's eyes. He just slightly nodded his head and left from there.

He gulped down a full glass of scotch in one go. "I don't care for her, I don't care for anybody." He thundered, placing the glass of scotch on the counter. He stared straight, his eyes are red and spitting fire.

Now he's sitting on the sofa of his room and watching her on his laptop that is placed on the table. As Chloe gained her consciousness back, he instantly stood up from the sofa and rushed to meet her without thinking anything. Her room is next to his room.

He stepped into her room and as she saw him, her eyes shimmered with happiness and her lips drew up to a bright smile. She's sitting, leaning against the bed. He kept his look serious. He strolled to her and stood beside her bed, crossing his arms across his chest. He wants to ask her how is she but he doesn't want to show her that he cares for her.

Chloe initiated the conversation. "Thank you so much for saving my life, my hero." He frowned as she called him a hero.

"I'm not your hero." He rolled his eyes.

"But you saved me like a hero." She smiled at him gleefully.

"You should be afraid of me." He bent down and uttered darkly, staring into her twinkling eyes.

"I'm not scared of anything." She asserted, gazing deep into his scorching eyes.

"Everybody has some weakness, soon I'll find yours." He stated with full confidence.

"Good luck, my hero." She scoffed.

"Stop calling me a hero." He said, irritated.

"You know they thought I'm close to you and that's why they kidnapped me. Couldn't we come close to each other in real? Now you know that I'm loyal to you." She asked and grinned at him.

He moved dangerously close to her face, accelerating her heartbeat. "You're playing with the fire, you will get burned." He warned her sternly, the intensity of his gaze is searing.

She caressed his stubble, gazing into his bewitching eyes. She said softly, "I'm not afraid to burn because I'm habitual of playing with the fire. In fact, I love to play with the fire." She winked at him mischievously. They both gazed into each other deeply.

Suddenly her eyes fell on his bleeding palm and she asked worriedly. "Why doctor didn't bandage your hand? It's bleeding."

"None of your business. It's not hurting." He stood straight and hid his hand behind his back.

"What are you doing, idiot?" He stopped her instantly when she is just about to remove the bandage below her neck.

"It's not hurting me too, I also don't need it." She jerked his hand away and removed her bandage harshly. Again her wound started bleeding and she's looking at him like it's really not hurting her a bit even.

"Are you crazy? It is a deep wound." He flared out and pointed at her bleeding wound.

"It doesn't hurt." She said emotionlessly.

He shook his head and rushed to bring the First Aid box from the cupboard. He sat beside her and opened the box.

He extended his hand to do her dressing but she stopped him by holding his hand and said, "first I'll do your dressing."

"Okay, fine. You can do my dressing, but first, let me do yours, it's bleeding. The doctor said you have already lost so much blood." He said in a concerned tone.

She can clearly see that he is concerned for her and she felt immensely good because, for the first time, someone genuinely cared about her. She just slightly nodded at him.

First, he is gently and carefully cleaning her wound and she's just gazing at him fondly, her lips are drawn up to a small and contented smile. Nobody can say that he's a ruthless Mafia boss. Then he applied the ointment and put the bandage over her wound.

"Now I'll do." She said, picking up the ointment.

"Deal is deal." He held out his bleeding hand in front of her.

She smiled at him and held his hand. As her hand touched him, he literally shivered. After doing dressing of his hand, she leaned down and placed a soft and tender kiss on his hand. His eyes dilated in shock and he instantly withdrew his hand. She smiled at him cheerily. He just glared at her.

"You will stay here because the person who captured our photo, he's still out. So it is still dangerous for you." He said while putting back the things in the first aid box and closing it.

"Haye, I like you." As suddenly she confessed, he widened his eyes in shock at her.

"What?" He asked in disbelief.

"You care for me so much and therefore you're asking me to be here." Her lips curved into a goofy grin.

"I'm doing this because I don't want you to leak our information. I fucking don't care for you." He stood up and stormed at her, waggling his finger at her. He is angry at himself because deep inside he really cares for her but he doesn't know why, and this thing is making him angrier.

"Liar, accept that you care for me. I can clearly see this."

He knitted his brow, fuming in uncontrollable anger. "Just shut up, you're irritating me." He barked at her in aggression.

"You will stay in this room until we find that person. Now goodbye." He stomped off the room, slamming the door.

"Oh God, he's an angry hulk but I very well know how to handle these types of men." A mischievous smile spread across her face.