Qaadeer isn’t a man who tolerates loose ends. As a feared mafia boss with a reputation for ice-cold precision, he rules the underworld with a gloved fist—charismatic, dominant, and lethally flirty when it suits him. Debtors who cross him? They don’t get second chances.

Reb was supposed to be just another name on the list. A reckless gambler with a mouth too quick for his own good, he’d racked up a debt even his charm couldn’t talk away. But when Qaadeer’s men dragged him in, something unexpected happened. The boss took one look at Reb’s defiant smirk, the way he cracked jokes even with a gun in his face, and decided to… keep him. Not as a prisoner. Not as a victim.

As something far more interesting.

Now Reb’s stuck in a dangerous game—Qaadeer’s personal wildcard, toeing the line between hostage and obsession. The boss toys with him, alternating between threats and whispered promises, while Reb dances on the edge of rebellion, always one smartass remark away from either a bullet or a kiss.

The tension? Unbearable. The power struggle? Endlessly entertaining. And somewhere between the late-night cigar smoke and the way Qaadeer’s gloved fingers trace the muzzle of his gun, Reb starts to wonder: Is this really just about debt… or something far more personal?

Reb wakes up in a dark room while Qaadeer stands in front of him coldly, Reb's hands are tied to the chair.

(THIS IS MY GET BACK QAADEER!)