All Chapters of Amara: The Mafia Gambit: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AMARA'S POV "Thank you so much for buying the house" I smiled "You can come by Thursday, we just need two days to move out". Woah! That was a great lie! The look on this man's face wasn't encouraging at first and I thought he would want his refund immediately. Just kidding, I already gave him his forged receipt and document of the house. With a wide smile on my face, I watch the man walk away in happiness. Poor thing, I am about to ruin his surprise gift to his girlfriend that would not accept his proposal until he buys his house. "They will learn soon" I shrugged. This is the third person I am selling my late parents' house to today and I can't help but feel somehow excited. Call me a thief because it's my nature and I can't change it even if I want. Not when stealing has become my only hope of surviving since I was fifteen. Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative

A week had passed and here I was, carrying my valuables which were my laptop and phone. Not as if I don't need clothes for anything, but with the money I would make from selling this ring, I was certain to relocate to Uk and do absolutely well. I will keep a low-key profile till I know about my environment before probably getting myself a car. Don't worry about college, I can decide to work on that or drop out. Checking the prices of that ring, I saw everything above 400 thousand dollars. That's a freaking huge amount of money! And even if I get 300 thousand dollars I will be fine. Very fine and I can be able to go back to Italy and buy my late parents’ house back. I will renovate it, make it bigger the way I want, and pay back those people I scammed. That means no more stealing for me even if I literally stole yesterday. That means more hope, I can go back to Italy and when I get disturbed, I can settle them off or even raise a case against them because I have the mo

The car stopped in an alley and as if we were waiting for someone, we all waited in silence.The driver soon began to talk casually to the sluggish man beside me. As they talked, I learned the driver's name or nickname was Dee. The man beside him was mainly addressed without a name making me wonder if he was nameless. Moreover, they were speaking Italian, making me a bit calm as if I was home. They were ranting in Italian about some random dude named Dickens making me a bit calm until they said something about his five years old child. "È stato divertente vedere il bambino morire dissanguato" The sluggish man seating close to me chuckled dryly. [It was fun to see the baby bleed to death] No way! They didn't just mean watching a five-year-old girl bleed to death in front of her father for fun! That was messed up! Even if the person did something bad, I do not support something like that. Even as I listened to them fall more, I could not help but glare at them and still remain

Those assholes still covered my mouth with that duct tape. That is so un-human. I didn't feel anything when I was been thrown into a cell-like room. It was dark, just sounds of dropping water or liquid, and a foul smell. I should be worried about everything but when I remember what I pass through in Italy; in my parent's basement, I shivered. No roaches, no rats, no mosquitoes here. I just lay on the cold floor, thinking about school. I can't get a carryover, but I need rest. Soon, I draft off, sleeping like a newborn. When I say a newborn, I meant I would wake up every twenty minutes to look around and cry for no reason. Then, I would remind myself of how I got myself into this mess and that I have made a deal already so killing me won't be necessary. That also doesn't mean I should sleep and have that evil-looking man point a gun at me. "Stop begging, we won't kill you now" Opening my eyes, I realized I have begged him not to kill me

LUCIANO'S POV Just three days! Three days and I have never had my peace with my twin brother always talking about how useful he thinks Amara is. He would give me lots of reasons why I shouldn't sell her off or just kill her. Dee has been a little obsessed with this thief, that's not a nice surprise. Since Jordan; his male lover's disappearance, there hasn't been anything like this for four years. Frankly, I feel like I should remind him that he is gay. I have never seen him so interested in a woman before. What's most shocking about this girl is her look and the way she has him wrapped around her tiny fingers. For some reason, that hurt me. "Lu Lu" While eating, I occasionally looked up at my plate to him Dee staring at me. I can't tell if it's because he called me using the name I hate the most because of what I am thinking about. "Luciano I was thinking about.." "The girl in the cell?" I asked. Dee shrugged. Dropping his cutleries, he mo