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92: Stalker
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The Ganglord’s Girl 93: Caress
I've bumped into a couple of passersby on my way to the coffee shop. I apologize quickly without looking back. The closer I get to it, my anxiety exacerbates. It's weighing me down, and every step I take takes effort. The sun's glare is too bright, my skin too prickly. I feel everything around me intensely. Something is off, I don't know why I didn't notice it before. I can't get the sound of his voice out of my mind. How he sounded. If it's another tactic to get me out of the city, I might just punch him. However, I have a strong feeling that it isn't. This is driving me insane, especially with everything going on with my mother. I don't even know where she is. I'm worried sick. I tried to call her on my way here, but her phone must be off. I finally cross the street. I look through the window to see if I can spot him. I can't see him right away, so he must be at our usual seat, right at the back of the room. I push the door open and the bells above jingle merrily. The sound is irr
The Ganglord’s Girl 94: Wicked Plans
When Daisy—she refers to herself as that whenever she's in LA; it's the nickname her husband gave her a long time ago—hears the news of her son found in the dumpster of some club in the city, she crumbles to the floor.It was her estranged husband who informed her. He came into the room she was using and told her, bluntly, that their son had been killed. Her first instinct was to throw the bedside lamp at him, but the pain crippled her. All she could do was sit on the carpeted floor and weep for her son. She had weeped for him before, when he was arrested, but at least she knew he was alive. Now, he's dead. The last time they spoke, she expressed her disappointment and oh, how she regrets that. Had she known that that would be the last time she would ever hold her son, she wouldn't have let him go.When he didn't call and didn't send word, she took matters in her own hands. She went through her husband's things, found properties that the Keller family owned, and set off. She had money
The Ganglord’s Girl 95: Doubt
Damien wants nothing more than to have a rest and wash the last thirty-six hours off his body, but he needs to stop by the office first. He needs to ensure that everything is being taken care of, and he needs to talk to Ethan about Aaron's demise. He did everything without informing them, so he has to let them know that it's over. His father has been avenged. It's a weight off his shoulders. After that, he's taking Yara with him. He can't get her out of his mind. It's been a long time since he's been this infatuated with a woman. Scratch that. He has never been this infatuated with a woman before. When he first met Elizabeth, he was enchanted. She was young and confident, beautiful. She was off-limits at the time, Eduardo had warned him, and perhaps that's what made him chase her. It wasn't love per se, it was the thrill of the hunt; he knew that what he was doing was wrong, and yet he couldn't help himself. It's different with Yara. He isn't sure why he feels this way towards
The Ganglord’s Girl 96: Creepy
Devon can't believe he's here.He promised himself that he wouldn't waste any more time with Elizabeth. He's grown tired of her incessant whining, which almost always amounts to nothing. All she talks about is Damien Fucking Keller, but it's nothing he's interested in.But here he is, sitting beside her at yet another expensive restaurant, and he's most probably going to be paying the bill. Richard's a nice guy, he never forgets his wallet. However, that might change. Depends on how the afternoon goes. If she keeps talking shit, he might just forget it. She ordered a Caesar salad for lunch—typical—and he's cutting into a steak. She's still talking about Damien, and he zoned out ages ago. He's worried about Amelia, all alone with that fuck. He's bugged about Aaron, too. He can't get his lifeless body in trash out of his mind. And that bloody hole in the middle of his forehead. He's seen death, he's seen gunshots, but he's never seen the body of someone he cared about. Yes, he cared. H
The Ganglord’s Girl 97: Petrified
I'm almost done packing.I don't know when Damien will come, but I hope he doesn't come anytime soon. I'm getting out of here. That's it, there's nothing left for me to do here, and I was an idiot for wanting to stay. My mother was here last night, offering her help, and I turned her away coldly. How blind I was. How could I choose to stay, knowing how complicated my presence here is? How could I naively believe that Damien would spare me, that he would understand, that he would forgive me?How could I be stupid enough to fall in love with him?No, I thought it was love. It isn't love. All that has evaporated, and has been replaced with pure, unfiltered hatred. He killed Aaron, mercilessly, threw him in a dumpster. How many men has he killed? I don't care what Aaron has done. He was my brother. We weren't extremely close; he was always distant and due to the age gap between us, we didn't have much to talk about. But he was always there. He helped me with my homework sometimes, and whe
The Ganglord’s Girl 98: Wrath
I close my eyes firmly and tell myself that this isn't happening.He can't be kissing me. What happened to all that aggression? I can't understand for the life of me why my lips are moving against his, why my body is reacting to his kiss despite everything he's done. I remind myself that he killed Aaron, not twelve hours ago. My brother. Still, I part my lips for him, allow him to explore my mouth with his tongue as tears cascade down my cheeks.He breaks the kiss and holds my face, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that shakes me to my core. "Tell me there's nothing going on between you and that man. You aren't lying to me, are you?"Of course I am, even though I've never been romantically involved with Devon. He's waiting for an answer. I don't have it in me to keep lying. I shake my head. No, I'm not lying. Even though all I've done since I got here is lie."Are you sure?" he asks. "Fuck, Yara. I don't know what to fucking think at this point. Why would you meet him and n
The Ganglord’s Girl 99: Irrefutable
Damien needs time to think.He needs to think about what happened this afternoon with Yara, but he can't judge this situation with a clear mind. He's biased. He cares for her way too fucking much for that. He can't find a fault in her, not because there isn't one, but because he can't bear to. She wasn't herself, though, he'll admit that at least. He could see the hatred in her eyes, it burned right through him, set his soul on fire. He needs to reflect, figure out his next step. She threw him completely off balance. Was leaving an admission of guilt? His head is starting to hurt. Fuck, he needs a drink. The floor is empty, just as he expected. He loosens his tie as he makes his way towards his office. Ethan didn't lock the door on his way out, he realizes. It's a good thing, because he doesn't have the key.He turns the handle and pauses by the door when he sees Elizabeth in his chair.Her presence is unexpected, unwanted, and worsens his mood. Someone's going to lose their job, if
The Ganglord’s Girl 100: Face-Off
When I hear the front door open, my heart plummets.I'm still in bed. I didn't have the energy to get up. I look at the closed door. Any moment now, he'll come in here. I wonder what he'll say to me. By now, he's had more than enough time to process my lies. What if he found an inconsistency?Five minutes pass and the door remains closed.I frown. Did I imagine those sounds? It's dead still now. What if it was an intruder? I sit up quickly at the thought. I force myself to take in deep breaths. No, I'm being paranoid. There's no intruder. It's Damien. I'm sure it is. I dress up quickly, hold my breath as I approach the closed door. I'm assuming he didn't check up on me because my bags are still in the living room, and I wouldn't leave without them. Or is he waiting for me to come out? I turn the handle.He's sitting on the couch, as I expected, facing the bedroom's door. He's smoking a cigarette and there's a tumbler in his other hand. Something about him is off, I sense it immediate
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