DHANUSH'S POV
It was close to being 5 minutes now. I was getting restless. The four of us were stationed outside the entrance of the basement. Our men were patrolling the whole area. The lawyers were running frenzy in and out their car, assembling the required papers and showing them to Shiv for verification of the clauses. Disappointing any of the devils was the last thing any person working for us would want as that could strip them off from practicing the most brilliant habit :- To Live.
The drone which was set inside the dance class was connected to my phone. Hence, not being able to wait more, I tapped the screen thrice and it began displaying the happenings of inside.
I noticed how dejected Jennifer was when her teacher stopped her from clarifying herself. And she showed that very emotion I didn't want her to feel for kissing or touching me.
GUILT
That was not what I wanted from her for getting attracted towards me or for wanting more from me. All the time I had been with her I could see her dilated dark blue pupils within those coal black orbs. I very well knew that if it hadn't been me to make a move to go back outside the basement, we would have still been there with our bodies flushed against one another.
"He dared to treat me as one of his disposable fuck buddies, and I shall make sure I humiliate him like one of his slaves!" She hissed in the most determined tone.
I was amused. My eyes widened a little on seeing her guts of even thinking about striking me. She had absolutely no fucking idea about me, my image, my connections, my fucking power. A predatory smirk spread on my face.
"Is she in her damn senses?!" Questioned Rudra on seeing Jennifer burning the currency notes as if they were yesterday's newspaper.
"I am not surprised." Replied Abhi.
"Yeah... Looking at how big a dickhead jerk this panty-wetter is.... this reaction is pretty much obvious."
I rolled my eyes.
the badass womanizer out of the four of us. Not that the rest of my partners-in-crime jerks weren't. You're seriously wronged if you assume that they are saints popped
he used chics as his weights and do the lifting. His push-ups were incomplete without a girl strangling him his back while he gave her a 'golden opportunity' of feeling his hard muscles from
seemed to be approachable but the scar
was the most reclusive out of the four of the devils. He didn't really talk much, but when spoke for someone, it always meant disdain. He was famous for his infamous wrath. And when I say he's the most merciless, I really mean it. Avenging was like his first most favorite hobby preceeding the guitar. Yeah... he used to have quite a good hand on it back in our college days, but as
proportional to killing. The more he killed, the more he banged. One enemy down, so goes one panty too. Either he sucked out crucial information for the expansion of
required, it was Rudra. And when we had to extract maximum profit and trap the opposite candidate in the war of words and rules, we sent
playing with rules and bending them as per his will, or girls on the bed, he was really well in it. But, for now he was already infatuated by that girl from college.
case I impregnated one of the chics during my sexcapades. You know, the whore claiming for money for thd unborn baby, insurance and tons
was a 2% character sketch of my brothers-cum-best
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