All Chapters of Amara: The Mafia Gambit: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

'Finally, I would be able to go to school.' I thought to myself as I sat in the back of the jet waiting for a certain Gio. I had not even the slightest idea of what he looked like. The jet was heavily guarded by 5 men, typical of a mafia lord and at that moment, I really felt on top of the world. Definitely, not having to worry about college fees and other bills, in general, makes me happy but the thought of living with Luciano made it seem like it wasn't worth it. Luciano is a very strict man who hardly gave second chances. Walking around his house, there was always a gun somewhere. Once I had mistakenly dragged the tissue paper from the wall frame too hard and a gun fell out. I was basically living with the Devil himself. I didn't want to tell Dee about it before I get into trouble. I turned to my right side to catch a glimpse of his face. Luciano looked so calm and collected and anyone who met him would most likely describe him as sluggish as I

"Boss, you sent for me. What would you like me to do?" Stefano asked standing at the door. Another day another shit. Still jet lagged, I wished I don't too frustrated or irritated to kill someone this morning. "Put her in another room," I ordered sharply. Amara had been staying in my baby's room for way too long already, if I had any plans to make her mine, I'd better let her feel comfortable. That would definitely never happen. "Preferably one on the third floor," I continued. My room was on the third floor, so it was only right that I let her stay there too. That way I would be able to monitor her and thwart whatever plan Dee had going on. "Let me confirm it, boss." He told me adjusting his microphone. "Madam Alita's room is the only available room on the third floor," Stefano replied quietly after a while, trying not to get me angry but it was unavoidable. At the mention of Alita's name, I banged my fist on the table. "Put her on

'Alita don't leave me, please. Please stay, I'll do anything, just stay.' I opened my eyes to the darkness of my room. It was just a dream, this was the third time I was dreaming about Alita this week. On other days, the dreams were always longer but today, a certain sound jolted me out of my dreams. Clapping my hands to turn on the lights, I noticed Gio standing at the side of my bed with a cold look on his face and a gun pointed right at my head. "Ah, the cock of a gun," I said to myself, that was what woke me up. "Does that mean-" I thought and turned my face away slightly embarrassed. Gio must have heard me calling Alita's name begging her to stay. Shit! After a while, I turned my face back in his direction. "What the hell are you doing with a gun?" I questioned him. He shrugged. The look on his face as he moved his eyes from my left hand to his hand holding the gun explained it all to me. I was holding a gun last night and I fucki

I opened my eyes to sunlight. The curtains were still parted, and I lay in such a weird position still in my towel. Shit! I shouldn't do that again! 'Well, Damn! I must have slept off,' I thought, placing my palm on my forehead. My temperature was no longer high, and the bruises felt less painful. The alarm at my bedside rang, and I turned to stare at the clock strike 8. “Shit, I'll be late for my pole dancing class,” I shrieked, getting up from the bed immediately. I knew how to do that dance already. I could walk around on heels for a long. What I was still not sure of was dancing naked as some girls said. Half-naked seems better. Left to me, I would lie in bed all day. The class wasn't something I was looking forward to, but lateness or absence attracted massive punishments. An opportunity to punch those girls back was another thing I wasn't willing to pass on. I stepped out of the bathroom dripping wet with water. It was 8

Argh! I groaned in pain while putting my hand on my forehead. I had a serious headache, I felt like my head was going to explode any moment from then. "Where am I?," I asked hoping to get a reply but none came. Looking around, I tried to figure out where this place was. The bedside lamp read my name and I instantly knew I was in my room. I looked out through the window and the bright stars in the sky indicated that it was night already. "What happened?" I asked aloud trying to recall the events of the day. The last thing I remember, is I was in the club and I was facing Luciano, his hands were trailing along my skin and he whispered into my ears. I pressed my hands to my mouth as I felt a substance coming up from my stomach. I immediately got up from the bed and ran into the toilet to puke into the sink. Memories of the day's events came back to me. "I must have to drink a lot, fucking hangover," I said still standing in the kitch