All Chapters of The Ganglord’s Girl : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

And just like that, I've become an employee they can trust.It's been two weeks since Jason's death and the Kellers have put me to work in another bar, a lounge they own. Well, when I say the Kellers I mean Damien, since he's the one who's in charge. Ethan mostly takes care of the financial aspects of the business or rather, businesses, and Theodora, well, I haven't quite figured out what it is she does. Still, I know more about them than I did when I first got here, and that's a bonus.I know they trust me and not only because Jason was a trusted employee. My display of loyalty in his office the day of the shooting really gave me an edge. I deliver letters, tons and tons of them. Basically, he hands me an envelope and I meet his driver, Thomas, outside. He drives me to wherever the location is, where I meet someone and deliver the letter. No words are exchanged. We go about our separate ways after.I didn't think this was how they communicated. From what I've heard, anything could be

Damien is balls deep into Elizabeth when the phone rings.He's been expecting this phone call all day. He feels it in his gut that it's Oliveira confirming the meeting. He grabs her by the hips and thrusts harder and faster, just the way she likes it. Her moans are saturated with the kind of pleasure only he can give her, and he knows it.She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer. Her long nails dig into the soft flesh of his tattooed back. She throws her head back in pure ecstasy, and all the while the phone keeps ringing. And ringing.He fists her soft, velvety hair. He buries his face in her fragrant neck. She groans, but doesn't complain. Her walls clench around his hard cock and she shudders. He spills inside of her with a guttural sound. She sucks his bottom lip and he shoves his tongue in her warm mouth. His grip on her thighs will definitely leave a bruise. The phone never stops fucking ringing."I've got to take this," he says to her. He picks up the phone just as she

"Devon!" I say breathlessly with my hand over my erratic heart. "You scared the shit out of me!""Close the door," he commands.I do as he says. "What are you doing here in the dark? You're trying to give me a heart attack, aren't you?" I set my bag down on the couch. "How'd you even get in here?" I glance back at the door. "Did you pick the lock?"He gives me a once-over. I can guess how I must look in this satin red gown. "Where were you tonight?"My face grows bright red. I don't know if I'm embarrassed, ashamed or angry. A bit of all three, I think. "With Ethan Keller at a strip club. And before you ask, yes, this old man groped my breasts and caressed my thighs. And put his hand over my crotch. I did everything I had to do. I followed your orders."This appears to make him mad. "My orders? I never told you to do anything like that.""No, you just told me to do everything they wanted me to do and that's what I did, Devon." My voice cracks towards the end. I want to cry, but I hold

I incline my head in greeting.I can't imagine what the fuck it is this man wants from me. He's smiling at me like a fox and I can feel every hair on my body stand on end. Elizabeth has turned away from me and is now deep in conversation with the woman sitting beside her. I don't know why she detests me so; I'm just an employee. I'm sent on errands and I serve only as entertainment to their clients. I'm not a threat to anyone in this room.Or depending on how you look at it, I'm a threat to everyone."Huxley, sit with us." The only empty seat is beside Mr. Pascual. I should've recognized the dark, bushy hair. I would never have tried to get a better look at the man. I sit stiffly in the chair. He glances at me as I sit, but I don't meet his eyes.Damien says to Mr. Pascual, "How long will you be staying?""Oh," I feel him look at me. "With good company, I could stay much longer. Is that not so?"Damien raises his glass in acknowledgement.Meanwhile, I'm practically trembling. Having t

I'm packing my bags.Well, I'm stuck between packing them, then unpacking everything I've folded neatly inside my duffel bag. I haven't informed Devon of my decision yet, mostly because I haven't quite decided what to do yet, but if I do decide to quit, he'll understand. He'll have to. This task is impossible, or maybe I'm just not qualified for the job. I'm no spy. I'm just an idiot who thought she'd be a hero, but I was wrong. I'm no match for the underworld.But then, everything switches and I'm unpacking again. Aaron. He can't rot in that cell. I know he isn't innocent, I know he's confessed to killing that man, but it was self-defense, even though no jury believed him. I did, though, I believe he's innocent. Everyone deserves a second chance and my brother is no exception.It's twenty-three minutes past twelve. I should've been at the lounge four hours ago. I'm not sure if that means I've lost my job, but there's a pretty good chance that I have. The Kellers hate tardiness. Also,