WILD HEART

OSLO

Chapter 8

"Boss, we have found his warehouses and planted bombs near it!"

That was the first news he heard as soon as his jet landed in Oslo causing a victorious smirk to appear on his face.

"Does he know?" Zayan asked, drinking from his glass of wine as they were seated in his limo heading to Miguel's house where his damn party was taking place but now it was going to be exciting seeing the expression on his face when he listened to this news.

"I don't think so, all his guards there were killed and there was no sign of his men" Mir informed leaning back in the seat.

"Then it will be fun to see the expression on that bastard's face!" 

"I still don't feel like going to his damned parties, fancy strippers shows and gambling deals. It's absurd!" Mir grumbled, it was true he hated such things, one of his reasons to hate the Mafia world.

Zayan scoffed placing back his glass in the stand, 

"Who likes those things…...except the drinking part!"

Mir shook his head as the car came to a halt indicating that they had reached their destination.

Noam opened the door as he came out fixing his tie, Mir in tow already feeling his head spinning from the loud music that was raging out of his two-storey bungalow.

Almost eight bodyguards surrounded Zayan as he signalled them to disperse, only letting Mir and Noam walk beside him.

"In a contradicting situation, ask the men there to destroy his warehouse!" Zayan ordered stepping inside the house that was decorated for a celebration, indeed it was a celebration for Miguel as he thought to have an upper hand on him, only how wrong he was!

The atmosphere around was as Mir described, disgusting. Strippers almost naked were walking around serving the guests with beverages, the perverted man eyeing them as desserts. Most of them were even here to have a taste of their flowers, this was the only place to have a woman beneath you without paying them in return because they all were the possession of Miguel, his toys as he called and on parties like these, he would let them play with them.

Zayan scrunched his nose, no matter how much he loathed women, stripping and being someone's toy wasn't something he wished for anyone. Especially being Miguel's toy, death would be a much better option in his opinion.

"My, my look who blessed us with their presence tonight!"

He looked behind to see a pair of cold eyes directed at him with a sickening smile. Zayan directed the same cold and murderous glare at him if looks could kill both men would be six feet down the ground.

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight with the loss you suffered!"

Zayan could swear he was ready to pull out his gun from his back and direct it at his f*****g head. 

"That's because I don't like wasting my time on trash and nonsense people like you!"

Mir and Noam tensed behind, high on alert ready for anything.

Miguel clenched his teeth at his statement, 

"Even with my nonsense strategies, I was able to loot your shipment and one day I will clearly sweep you from this world!"

Zayan signalled Noam, brushing his hand against his back as he backed away a bit, dialling someone's number.

"Is that so," Zayan chuckled, making him frown at him.

"Do you think you can fight me, Miguel, huh?" His voice returned to a cold and intimidating one.

"It's done, boss!" Mir leaned forward mumbling near his shoulder.

This didn't go unnoticed by Miguel but before he could say anything, one of his men came to him whispering something in his ear.

Zayan could see the hole that appeared in his stance as his whole face went rigid for a minute. He knew what that warehouse meant to him.

"Did something happen, Miguel?" He knew he was adding fuel to fire but did he care.

"I will f*****g kill you!" He roared, smashing the glass of wine he was holding onto the floor. In an instant, Zayan's men came out of nowhere each pointing a gun in Miguel's direction. His men doing the same, the music stopped as the whole atmosphere became dreadful.

"You think you can fight me, Miguel but you can't even pluck a strand of my hair out because you are f*****g i***t who plays with his emotions while I play with my mind!" Zayan smirked,

Miguel's eyes flicked around the room seeing the guns pointed at him but it was the news of his warehouse that was burning him.

"With power, I can easily make you lose your business so let's make a deal here. Give me the location of my shipments and I leave this place otherwise……." He didn't have to complete his sentence.

Miguel knew he had him here if he blasted those potential warehouses that would cost him a fortune.

He looked around, all his business partners were looking at him curiously. It would be a moment of shame if he surrendered to Zayan but it was either sacrificing his ego or his fortune and for a man like Miguel fortune meant everything.

Zayan rolled his eyes knowing that he was just doing to sustain his which was anyway going to crumble.

Miguel signalled the man who was behind and he came forward handing him a phone. He called someone ordering something in Norwegian, Zayan could only make out fury and rage from his facial expression which was bringing him a lot of peace.

"My men have handed over the cartons of shipments to your men outside one of my warehouses!" He growled after long fifteen minutes making everyone in the room gasp at him, was he really granting his arch-rival what he wanted.

Zayan smirked this time a triumphant one. He motioned his men to retreat and they did, Miguel's following suit.

"This is the only wise decision you have ever and will make!" Zayan mocked, Mir and Noam behind mirroring the same mocking laugh.

"Wait for the day when I will f*****g make you regret this!" He spat, a murderous look on his face.

"I will Miguel!" Zayan said scoffing in a low voice, staring deadly in his eyes before marching away like a king who won a war.

"Well that was easy," He heard Mir's voice reaching his ears as he stepped outside his building. Snow was falling down in a heavy amount making him clutch his coat.

"It was for now but we should be prepared for the future!" He muttered already sensing Miguel forming a comeback plan before getting inside his warm car.