All Chapters of The Ganglord’s Girl : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I leave my duffel bag in the man's car. I'm paranoid about all the money in there, but I guess I can trust him. He didn't say a word during the ride to the clinic and I had no questions to ask. All I kept thinking about was Devon, shot.How did such a thing happen?I have a feeling it has something to do with the Kellers, but I could be wrong. If there's one thing Devon's good at, it's hiding. What if it does have something to do with the Kellers, though? If he wants to see me so desperately, even after he's been shot, it means it's got to be something important.How did he know I would be going home? How'd he even get to say anything if he was shot?I follow the man inside a large building. I fix my gaze on the waiting room. Only a few seats are occupied. We get to a desk where a woman with bright red hair smiles at us. "How may I help you?""We're looking for a Richard Thompson. He was in the theater the last time I was here. Has he been moved since?"I turn to look at him. She type

I clamp my hand to my mouth and scurry away without a sound. If they see me looking, who knows what might happen to me? The toilet is just two doors down, so I get in and leave the door open a little so I can hear when they come out. I'm certain I saw Ethan and Elizabeth, but it was dark in there and maybe I made a mistake.I pee and wash my hands quickly so I can get back to watching the store room. I wait for approximately five minutes. I'm starting to feel anxious because if I take any longer, Chris will kill me. He can't handle all the orders on his own, despite how efficient he is. I'm sure it hasn't been that long, but it feels like they've been in there for an eternity. As I step my foot out to leave, I quickly retract it when I hear the creak of a door. I peer through the gap and sure enough, Elizabeth struts out. I would recognize her glossy curls and her gait anywhere.After a minute, Ethan follows her, buttoning his blazer on the way to the main area. I follow him out becau

Three Hours EarlierDevon opens his eyes.He shuts them back again when the light stings his eyes. Why's the light so fucking bright? It takes him a moment to take in his surroundings and figure out where he is. There's a machine beeping somewhere behind him, but he can't look. There's an IV in his arm. He realizes he's at the clinic, but what he can't figure out is how he got here in the first place. That bitch Antonia got him, he felt that bullet pierce his soul before his vision blackened.He hears a knock on the door. It's light, yet demanding. Like whoever is out there is demanding to be let in. He closes his eyes just as the door opens. He hears heavy footsteps coming in his direction. Someone looks down at him and stares at him. He already knows it's Sam."What do you want?" he manages to ask."By the Lord, Devon," Sam shakes his head, "Even after a near death experience, you're still an asshole.""Was it you who found me?""What do you think?" Sam replies. "I wanted to call th

Trevor Brown throws the picture frame on the floor.For hours, he's been searching the basement of their home for clues. He knows he's seen the girl who works for the Kellers somewhere. Her face, he wouldn't forget it. He's pretty sure he's seen her somewhere, though he has no idea where.There are boxes everywhere from when they packed everything away to make 'space'. They emptied out all the backrooms where their other employees used to stay, and some of the rooms upstairs. Danny's idea. Their home became some kind of military base, and they needed all the room they could get.Malcolm appears at the doorway and starts descending the rickety stairs with a cackle. Trevor grits his teeth. For days, no one's been giving him a break. Everyone's busting his balls about the 'mystery girl' as they dubbed her."Was she your girlfriend?""Who knows? She might be your soul mate, Trevy.""He's psychic now, our boy.""Maybe you saw her in your wildest dreams."Dreams? He never dreams. Besides, h

Malcolm glances at the picture. He raises his brows. Trevor is pleased with himself. He's managed to stun everyone in the room. Now, they'll think twice before they laugh at him again. "You were right, who would've guessed?"Danny takes the photograph from Malcolm. They discarded the frame long ago. Her picture has been passing around for the last half hour. "Are you sure it's her, Trevor?"Trevor crosses his arms. "So I'm blind now?""It's her," Malcolm confirms. "I saw her with my own eyes. Trevy asked me if I recognized her, but hell. I said no. I never saw that photograph before, and how would I have guessed?""And you found this in the basement?""Yes."Nate says, "This is too fucked up to be real. There's been a mistake, there has to.""No, no," Malcolm wags his finger. "Trevor is good with faces, we all know that. And I'm telling you it's her. Besides, this was amongst the old shit in the basement.""How is that possible?" Danny wonders aloud.Trevor doesn't care about the hows