All Chapters of Amara: The Mafia Gambit: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Dee's POV I was scared stiff to my bones when I saw him point the gun at me and I got really angry in my innards that he still had much influence over me. He was here for Amara and if he evee discovered that I was the one who took her then I will be dead meat. I couldn't risk that so I thought of what to say to calm him down and I was also happy that she was no longer in the house. "Calm down brother, you wouldn't want to kill your only brother, do you?" I asked nervously. "I don't care about my relationship with you. Where is Amara? Where have you kept her?" He thundered, cocking the gun. With how mean and determined his face looked, he was ready to shoot if I made any wrong move, so I worked on calming him down or I die. "She isn't here, Luciano. What made you think she will be here?" I asked and made an angry face which he didn't bother looking at. "What do you mean she isn't here?" Luciano asked, confusion visible in his voice.

Luciano's POV Ever since she left, I had been so restless and unhappy. I felt like she left with a part of me in her, the happy side of me. I kept ranting and screaming at anyone who tried to tell me anything. Her absence made me realize how much I loved her and how important she was to me. I never treated her right and that was why she never confided in me. I promised myself that I would take care of her and never hit her if she came back to me; if I found her. So far I had destroyed some of the paintings on the wall, the flower vase that decorated my table and even threw half of my documents on the floor and I wondered why I hadn't smashed my phone as well. Shuri and Gio were present in the room but none of them could calm me down as I had gotten very livid. Shuri's bag was packed beside her, ready to leave to Massimo's. I sighed, remembering that I hadn't settled the issue we had. "You have to calm down, Dad. Maybe she ran away, y

Luciano's POV "I'll get new ones soon, besides most of these gadgets aren't as efficient as they were," I said and dusted my palms then cleaned it with a white towel. "You don't have to bother yourself about it. I'll do everything in my room then give you an update when I'm done," He said and I gave him my phone. I wanted to ask him why he didn't do it here as he said earlier, then I remembered that he was injured and might not be comfortable here, so I let him be and walked out of the control room. I returned to my office and met Shuri sitting on the chair tiredly. I had even forgotten that she was still in my office. But I didn't blame myself because I had asked her to leave and she refused. "You have to go to bed, Shuri. It's late already and you look worn out," I advised but she shook her head vehemently. Her stubbornness was beginning to piss me off, but I wouldn't do anything about it because I had other important things to work on. "I can't sleep yet even though I

Amara's POV My night was restless and my stomach kept grumbling in hunger. I felt bile rise up my throat severally but whenever I rushed to the toilet, nothing came out because my stomach was empty. I felt so hungry so I sat up and began to scream not minding the time and if others were still sleeping. My stomach felt empty and it hurt me to know that I hadn't tasted food for some days now, I wouldn't have been too affected if not for my pregnancy. "Somebody help me!" I screamed again when no one listened to me. Then the door creaked slightly open and Dee came inside the room, looking tired. He sat down beside me and tried entwining my palm with his but I refused because I was angry and irritated. "I want to leave this place," I informed him. "Why?" He asked calmly and I glared at him wishing he could die by merely looking at me. "I'm pregnant, Dee, but you don't even take care of me. I haven't eaten for days neither has my baby and you'

Luciano's POV I didn't expect that I would be tempted to raid Dee's house after the search I carried out some days back. When I ended the conversation with Jordan who hid under the guise of being a therapist, I became restless. Even the drugs couldn't calm my anxiety so I mobilized some of my men and we all headed to Dee's house I looked around, angry that he wasn't even around. I learnt from his maids that he had left and had obviously taken Amara with him. I became mad at myself for not coming sooner, or I would have met him before leaving. Some of his guards lay dead on the ground while the maids and servants were tied up on the chair, pleading with me silently not to kill them. Then I called him via video call and he picked it immediately like he had been expecting my call. I saw Amara looking pale and haggard; her face was bruised and her mouth was swollen. The sight made me feel sick instantly and I almost cried. I watched Dee yank hair and pu