Ali kneeled towards her and stared into Anaya's red and teary eyes, identifying that she wasn't lying. In the few minutes he had spoken to her she was shaking out of fear, and he was delighted to know he caused it. She spoke as if she didn't know what her father did and that confused Ali. Looking at her condition, he decided to give her a break and left the room.

Her face stuck with him. He had never seen a woman so modest before, the scarf covered her entire head and neck, and her dress covered her body all the way to her toes. There was nothing left for the imagination.

Ali wasn't sure if he liked it or not, but he couldn't deny that even without revealing an inch of her figure or her hair, she managed to look pretty. Even though when he saw her, her light brown eyes were red, her face was wet from her endless stream of tears, and her trembling rosy lips were in a frown. Though he was "Muslim" he hadn't ever encountered a woman so concealed- since he grew up in a non-muslim country, and he raised in the mafia.

Ali was in the Arab mafia, and his family was born Muslim. However, he didn't care about that. Even though he knew what sins were, and what his obligations were but he could give a crap about them. He hadn't offered a single salah since he was a teenager.

The last he had prayed was when he begged God to help him. When his father scared him, his mother didn't care, and he was terrified of killing, he asked for help. However, God didn't listen. So he gave up, not knowing God's delay isn't God's denial.

He couldn't help but break down her looks.

After all, that was the only thing Ali looked at in most girls- their looks. He could care less if the girl was the wickedest person on the inside. If she had a flimsy dress on, that was all Ali needed. Except, when he looked at Anaya she strangely caught his eye, he couldn't decipher what it was, but it was probably because he had never seen a woman so delicately meek before.

Ali's chain of thoughts disrupted when Romano barged into his office in a frenzy.

"Boss! there is a problem." He said.

"What?"

"We tracked down his location, however, he seems to be moving up- more northwest-"

"That rascal is heading for the airport," Ali said with his jaw clenched.

"Gather everyone. I want every one of you to surround that bastard. Make sure he can't get off the ground. NOW!" Ali commanded.

"You prepare the car. We are going to follow him," He said.

Romano ran out, alerting all the guards. He sent out an alert to the entire mafia, making everyone get on their feet and stop this man from escaping.

Ali couldn't believe that scoundrel, how could he leave his daughter in the hands of his rival? This was the last thing he could have expected, how could a father no matter how much of a bastard- could abandon his children in the hands of the enemy. Even his father was a heartless rogue, but he would never let Ali die in the hands of his nemesis.

But this was the game, of destruction and power, and no one could sympathize with anyone.

Ali took his gun that he had placed down on his desk, and tucked it into his waistband. He walked out to the vehicle and followed the tracker Romano had engineered out of Qadeer's phone.

Ali thought of what he was going to do with the girl now that her dad wasn't going to show up. He could just let her go, as she didn't seem to be in the mafia ring and more of a regular girl. He decided to brush that thought off and focus on capturing that coward.

The car stopped, at what appeared to be a bank, Abdul's raggedy gray car parked at their left.

"Lorenzo, break into his car and hide until he is there. Knock him out before he notices you." Ali said.

"Yes, sir."

Lorenzo got out of the front seat and went to the car discreetly picking at the car lock. As soon as it opened, he went inside closing the door as he laid down onto the floor of the back seat.

And then the big glass doors of the facility opened, and just the man Ali wanted to see came out. The man looked old, his hair was almost entirely gray and his figure looked bit shrank. He sat in the car obliviously and pulled the car into reverse.

Ali stared at the car and it took a sharp brake. Before it began to move again.

"Where should I drive him, sir?" Lorenzo asked, through his surveillance earpiece.

"To my father's place," Ali ordered.

Ali leaned back and savored the ride, not being able to wait to punch the guy's teeth out. Both cars speeded through the highway, and long roads, before finally arriving at the estate. Two of the guards dragged Abdul's unconscious body and followed Ali inside.

"Take him to the basement. Make sure he can't escape. I need four guards on him." He said.

Ali ran up the stairs, and to his father's room.

He knocked twice, before hearing a come in from his mother.

"Hello, Father. Mother," Ali nodded.

"Tell me you're here to let know that-" His father began,

"Yes. Abdul Qadeer is in your basement. Unconscious." Ali informed.

His father threw his head back laughing, as he put his hand together into a brief clap.

"How?" His mother asked,

"His daughter is in my vault, we tracked him down with his cell phone," Ali said.

"He has a daughter?" His father asked, getting up and walked towards him.

"Yes,"

"Is she the only child?"

"Yes,"

"Perfect! Ali, do you understand what we are capable of now?"

Ali raised his eyebrow slightly, not knowing where this was going.

"We can take over the entirety of the Qadeer mafia." His father spoke, slowly. His face carrying a shine of victory that they had yet to achieve.

"By killing Abdul?"

"Yes. But by turning his last heiress into a Sheikh." His father said,

Ali gaped at his father.

"No! I am not going to marry this random chick." Ali said emphasizing 'marry' in a ridiculous manner.

"Oh, but you will Ali. What does it matter, its just a stupid marriage? Wait until all their wealth is yours, and discard of her."

"No, father. I-"

"Why are you refusing? It's not like you out of all people were waiting for 'the one'. I know what you do gallivanting all night, and taking a different harlot home every day. This girl is going to be your wife without meaning. Do whatever you want, just marry her and keep her in your protection. Because I am telling you, the minute the others sniff Abdul's blood they will do anything to get her in their arms. This is a war, Ali. And you're already halfway to winning."

Ali stilled as his father patted his arms, and took a seat back in his bed.

Ali immediately left the room, absolutely stunned at what his father had told him. Ali was a fast comprehender, and nothing ever shocked him enough for him to cease. This was something he wouldn't expect in a million years.

His father was right.

Marriage meant nothing to him. He had never thought about waiting for the perfect girl, in fact, he despised the idea of having a soulmate. When he thought of the future he thought of him single.

Except this wasn't really about his marital future, this was just a game of power and wealth.

And Ali would do anything for that.