Irresistible Love with Mafia

It was one of the coldest nights in New York. The streets were dark because of lack of electricity. It had been raining cats and dogs for the last three days. Cara had just finished her work in the restaurant and was going home. In her hurry to reach the place she had forgotten her sweater at home which was adding suffering to her already worn out self.

It was twelve in the night by the time she stepped out of her work place because her friend Elena was on leave. Cara was tired and exhausted because she had to do both the shifts. Her feet were aching, merely able to accept her command to walk. All she wanted was to reach her home and feel the comfort of her bed.

From a distance she could see four men drunk and having drugs near the alley. It was the road which usually takes her home ten minutes early and is always busy during the day. Cara seldom took night shifts. But tonight she couldn't avoid it because one of her colleagues resigned and the other was on leave.

Cara carefully walked through the adjacent lane trying her best not to invoke the men's attention. She clutched her hand bag to her chest and walked as fast as her legs could carry in her sneakers.

Unfortunately, fate was not on her side. One of the drunk men had already seen her. He wet his lips with a lecher taking a shot from the syringe and signaled his friends to follow him.

The heartbeat of Cara skyrocketed. She increased her pace but the men were faster. They closely followed her.

Cara desperately looked around for help but there was nobody. It seems like destiny had turned down her appeals. The streets were deserted because of excessive rains with not a single human.

Her heart beat began to reach her ears. Tonight she was going to sacrifice her virginity, her only possession that she saved for the man of her dreams, her husband.

When the men were about to reach her, Cara closed her eyes, sent a silent prayer to God and made a loudest squeal she could ever muster in her life. "Is anyone around? Please help." But Alas! Her haplessness was doing a victorious dance before her like the Jephthah. There was nobody who replied to her.

The slayer with rotten teeth stood before her like Satan, eyeing her top to toe. His eyes moved on her fragile body in lasciviousness, stopping on every curve and shape. He had a perilous smile on his brims as he said the incorrigible words, "you see there is no Christ here to come and save you."

He was about to reach her face and smooch her but Cara was on time to tilt her head and avoid his sickening kiss. She was captured between the wall and him with his arms on either side of her head. Cara trembled with inexhaustible detest and unconstrained fear at the same time. A mellowed faint went out of her.

His rough hand reached her plump pink lips and brushed them with the pad of his thumb. "These moist, meaty lips...." He pressed both the corners of her lower brims making them to a ball. "I want to have them right now...explore what is inside....so tremulous and warm..." He took a staggered breath with outpouring lust staring down at them.

The smell of alcohol accompanied with cigarettes was causing a nauseating feeling in her empty stomach. "Please let go." Cara requested him. But the man turned a deaf ear to her pleas and hinted his friends to come forward and have a feast of the young girl.

Cara closed her eyes in terror and with the last ounce of energy left in her, she lifted her knee and kicked the pig in the place the sun doesn't shine. It was her only hope and her legs took over like a rocket expelled into the sky.

But her success triumphed not for long. The man got up from the ground and soon raced behind to reach her. "You little piece of flesh, how dare you counter me?" He once again cornered her at the end of the alley. Cara looked to her left and right helplessly but not a single soul was around to rescue her. "Help!" She screamed with all her energy as her last resort when his hand was about to reach the collar of her shirt.

Seconds passed but the reprobate's hand never reached her. In her fright Cara opened a single eye and was speechless - a strong arm with bulging muscles covered in a coat was stopping the hand of the philanderer from reaching her.

James, why did you stop the car?" Carson looked through the time on his Rolex in a little irritation.

"I am sorry sir, the car broke down, I will take care of this issue." James answered, looking at his boss through the rear view mirror and walking out of the driver's seat, opened the car's bonnet to look into the problem.

Carson attended some of the urgent mails on his laptop and opened the door to take a walk. The fresh breeze of the cool atmosphere passing from the trees relaxed his tensed nerves.

He lit a cigarette and strolled ahead with one of his hands tucked in his pants pockets when he heard a shrill cry of a girl from a nearby place.

Carson darted through the dark street reaching the owner of the voice. A drunken man was trying to reach the collar of a girl's shirt. His colleagues were close behind.

Carson held the arm of the rogue and bent it to his back forcibly before ordering Cara. "Walk fifteen steps ahead, you will find a bottle green Range Rover getting repaired by a driver in white uniform. Go and sit inside it."

Cara frantically raced to the said direction. Carson pummeled his fist into the scoundrel's belly. The man coughed holding his stomach when one of his friends came forward and raised his arm to counter Carson.

But he stopped it mid way, held the right leg and left arm of the rascal and threw him like a gunny bag to the ground. The man dashed to the platform beside the road and was crying in pain.

He held the hairs of the other two and hit their faces simultaneously to the trunk of the tree. "How dare you touch the girl? Don't you have females in your families? Remember, your mother is also a woman. Will you agree if someone tries to molest her?"

When all the men were paralyzed, fallen to the ground and bleeding with pain, he took out his phone from his pant pockets.

"This is Carson Campbell, sending you the location of the place I am in. Here are four idiots who tried to exploit a girl. Reach within ten minutes to take custody of the men. The girl will come tomorrow to the police station and file the complaint."

"Yes sir, sure sir...always sir." The cop answered in reverence and politeness unsullied.

Carson walked to his car. By that time James had already finished working on the vehicle, and was waiting for him.

Cara was sitting in the back seat and shivering with cold while in soft sobs.

Carson quietly sat on the seat beside her, removed his coat and extended it to her which she gratefully accepted. "What is your name?"

"I am Cara, Cara Knight." She trembled in her speech, pulling the coat closer.

"What are you doing alone in the streets till this late in the night? Don't you know it is unsafe? And you don't even have a sweater to protect yourself from the cold." His deep, commanding voice sent shrills down her spine.

Cara wiped her tears. "I work in the nearby small restaurant called The Ramones. My friend was on leave so I had to take both the shifts for today. In a hurry to reach work, I forgot my jacket at home."

Carson nodded in understanding and told the driver to drop Cara in her house.

*****

Flashback...

The fan of the helicopter slowed down and it gradually landed in a midst of green pastures occupied in ten acres of land.

Security men in black suits and shades along with high profile dignitaries were waiting for the luminary to step out.

Perfectly polished black shoes kissed the green pastures and out from the helicopter stepped an Apollo. He was an extremely handsome man in shades, tall and thin with virile and striking looks like a walking model ready to hit the front cover of a business magazine.

The sterling gray suit he wore went unparalleled on his athletic body. Those arms covered in the coat sleeves with bulging muscles gave a fine idea of the spiffing exercise of a thorough bodybuilder.

All the renowned business delegates assembled at the enormous estate greeted him and gave him a warm welcome. The security who walked alongside saluted him as he stepped into the sleek black Porsche.

Carson Campbell, twenty nine years old, the CEO and managing director of Johnson group of Industries is the richest billionaire in the United States with a turnover of more than 500 billions in a year.

Very recently he took a state award to have increased the national income by 50% and per capita income by 20%. 66% of the American population earn their livelihood working in his industries at various positions.

The Johnson's initially started their business from a cotton textile firm but under the leadership of Mr Carson Campbell the first son of Graham Campbell an able and humane personality, their business expanded ten fold. And now the Johnsons are the owners of more than 70% of the United States market.

Their field ranges from practically anything to everything, starting from a pin to giant machinery, from cosmetics to electronics.

"Mr Grover, I have studied the plan and the site. My men collected a significant amount of information." Carson said as soon as he was seated with the group of men in a round table conference.

"If I am not wrong there is a small village with around 5000 people as residents very near to the fertilizer factory you are aiming to construct. The smoke emitted by the factory will be harmful for the residents and you say you will dump the waste from the firm into the river which is situated close by." Carson leaned back on his high class executive chair and looked at Mr Grover challengingly.

"The river is the source of drinking water for the local residents. The cattle graze at the green fields, forests and drink the water from the river. The villagers sell the animal products as their source of livelihood. Your factory would pollute the atmosphere, kill the trees in the forest and deprive the people of their income source." Carson gazed at Mr Grover gravely knotting the fingers of his hands.

Rage was clearly evident in the features of Mr Grover, the managing director of Silicon Mills. "Who cares if you give us the permission to build a factory or not. We can always ask for funds from the other investors."

Carson gave out a sly grin. "Try me."

Two hours later, Silicon Mills received a notice from the Ministry of Environment, Forest and Climate Change (MoEFCC) that the permission to construct the fertilizer factory near the village has been denied on the grounds of damage and destruction of nature's resources.

The next day business magazines and newspapers flooded with news and praises about the revolutionary step taken by Carson Campbell, the Johnson industries CEO and his efforts to protect nature from pollution.

Carson was having his breakfast when the maid Julia came to him fiddling with her fingers. "Come on say it Julia, what do you need?" Carson asked her affectionately like a brother towards a younger sister.

Julia is a refugee, her family was one among the many families who eloped to Central America during the war break. When she was a child in rags begging for food, Carson brought her home, gave shelter and even provided funds for her education. Since that day, Julia has worked as a maid and cook in the house while doing her studies and staying in Johnson's employee quarters.

"Sir, the residents of the village whom you protected by stopping the factory construction of Silicon Mills have been waiting outside to meet you since yesterday afternoon. The security are trying to drive them away but they are heavily bent on seeing you to convey their gratitude."

Carson got up from the dining chair at once. "Why wasn't I informed about this yesterday?" He left his breakfast on the table and reached the entrance of the mansion.

Around 1000 people old and young were waiting for him in front of his home with eager eyes. The security was trying to drive them away but when they heard the leader's voice the happiness radiating from their orbs was unmatched and peerless like the moon glowing in the night sky.

"Allow them inside." Carson called the security. At once several groups raced towards the manor like a sudden outpour of rain. "Sir, good morning! I'm the village head." A man came forward from the crowd with folded arms and eyes filled with reverence like one sees the cross in a church.

"I stopped my people and tried to convince them that I will represent their gratitude to you but they were not satisfied. They wanted to see their seraph who safeguarded them from the successors of egregious with their own eyes."

Carson looked at each one of them, some of them were happy, some with fondness and some with free flowing tears of gratefulness. "May God give you a long life son with many years of health, happiness and cheerfulness." An old crippled woman came forward holding a stick.

The joy of Carson to know he was in the prayers of so many people was unrivaled and incomparable. He felt one among them and hugged the patriarch in an inimitable felicity. In a gesture, he instructed one of his security to bring a chair and helped the beldam to it. "Mother, I'm like your child. You do not have to thank me. I only did it as my duty, as your son, the one among you all."

The crowd began to sing slogans of Carson's name, for the victory of justice over the sin. "Everybody is money hungry sir, nobody thinks about the poor and their lives. You are our Hermes." A young woman who stood in the middle of the crowd shouted for her voice to reach him.

"On this auspicious occasion of securing the peace of our lives, we have organized a celebration. A fair this weekend. We want to invite you with your family, sir.." The village head called.

"I will surely arrive there with my family." Carson promised the villagers who returned to their homes with delight and ecstasy.

Carson Campbell is not just a businessman. He is a renaissance in the history of mankind. People needed a hero and that's what he became, a saint to win over the sin. One phone call and he is on his way leaving his millions worth business meetings to save humanity. Carson is not just a name but a slogan, a watchword to be taken with virtue and a mantra born to end the evil in humankind.

Reaching back to the dining table he received a call and seeing the name on the screen his smile stretched from ear to ear. "Mom, good morning!"

"Good Morning son, you shine on every newspaper and all TV channels like a star. I am very proud of you, proud to be called the mother of Carson Campbell." Her happiness was like a boundless sky reaching all corners of the world.

"Please wait, your dad wants to talk to you." Carson could hear strong legs in long strides hitting the concrete floor.

Carson's father Graham Campbell set up Johnson industries in the early 1960's. Since that time the company has been steadily expanding, spreading to a diverse range of businesses. After Carson took over the business seven years ago soon after completing his post graduation in Princeton University, Graham had only one thing to teach his son - walk the path of justice and God will be in favor of you. When evil knocks at your door, do not hesitate to teach wickedness a lesson.

"Congratulations son, I'm very happy to note your achievements. Always take the path of righteousness and one day you will reign this complete world." Carson could hear his mother hinting his father of something.

"And by the way son, your mother wants to invite you to dinner tonight. She says, ``If she asks, you will postpone it by giving excuses, so she wants me to invite you." Carson could hear the usual Tom and Jerry fight between his parents which was surely going to last not less than an hour.

"Okay dad, I will be at your home tonight at eight." Carson shook his head in smiles and cut the call.

"Is somebody making dinner plans without me?" There was a soft voice reaching his ears from the entrance. "You rock my grand master, like a panjandrum you conquer the world with your goodness and probity."

"Stephanie?"