All Chapters of The Ganglord’s Girl : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Sam called earlier. I have to meet Devon today. He's out of the hospital and has moved to a new apartment. Someone will pick me up and take me there later today. That's all I was told.I've already informed Sam about my promotion and he was more than pleased, but there's something else he isn't telling me. I could hear it in his voice when he told me that there's something we have to talk about tonight. Something urgent, I suppose.I start working as a secretary today. I don't have to wear the uniform, I can wear whatever I like. I don't know the first thing about filing or even what I'm actually going to do, but I guess I'll find out. The good thing is, Nora gave me a few tips last week. I even spent an hour with her, just watching her make calls and type letters. Yes, she types the letters. Ethan hands it to her on a piece of paper and she types the symbols down. Which means I'll be doing it from here on out.It's a perfect opportunity to decipher them.Maybe looking at them every d

I frown. His question catches me off-guard, I wasn't expecting this to be the first words out of his mouth. "Mr. Keller invited me.""Which Keller? I don't remember inviting you."I feign confusion. No, scratch that. I am confused. "I wouldn't be here without an invitation.""I'm not so sure about that." He looks a my dress, really looks at it. I gulp the pit forming in my throat down and try to look elsewhere. Elizabeth is still glaring at me from across the room. Her hair is slightly disheveled, and her gown is lopsided. She really has to take care of those, she's making it obvious that she was with someone. "Were you in the staff room just now?"My heart sinks, but I raise a brow. "In the staff room? No, not at all.""You sure? Because I'm certain I saw a flash of green just now." He touches the hem of my dress and I'm now covered in goosebumps. "Were you on your phone, perhaps?"I turn sharply in the other direction so that he takes his hands off me. I fix a gaze at him. "I alread

Damien opens the door to his office later that night and the first thing he sees is the small white envelope on the floor. He frowns as he picks it up. He flips it around. There's nothing written on it, which is odd. There's not even an address, so he has no clue of who sent it. He places it on his desk and loosens his tie. He'll have a look at it later, after he's had a drink. The meeting with Robert Dean didn't end well. He was once a good friend of his father's, but his faith in the Keller family has decreased significantly. All because of the Browns. He heard about the shooting at the nightclub, the murder of Rodrigo Santos, everything the Browns tried against him. He's not happy about it. The word on the streets is that the notorious Damien Keller has gone soft. He can't allow that to happen. Nothing about him is soft, he just decided to let others do his dirty work. That'll have to change, though. He assured Robert that he would revert the situation, and he always keeps his pro

Damien frowns and takes a step back. I'm only relieved that his gun isn't pressed to my jugular. I rub the spot with my clammy hand. He asks, "What did you say?"I make a show of looking down. "I know that this is completely inappropriate. You're my boss and I've only started working for you, but I can't help it. I can't change how I feel." I raise my eyes to meet his gaze. There's distrust in his eyes, which means he hasn't really bought what I said yet. If I don't try my best to convince him, I'm a dead woman. "She doesn't deserve you, Mr. Keller. She doesn't realize that your cousin isn't half the man you are. It's unfair that she gets to keep you and not even be loyal to you."His facial expression hasn't changed. Am I exaggerating? I need to make my point believable. But if he didn't believe in me, at least a little, he would've killed me by now. He put the gun down, that's got to mean something.Right? After a beat, he says, "You're a good liar."I smile a little and look down.

I slam the apartment door shut.I'm still shaking. I can barely hold my keys. They keep slipping from my sweaty hands and they won't stop jingling. It's like my head is filled with cotton candy. I can't quite believe that I'm alive, that I managed to convince Damien Keller that I'm not a spy.I fish my phone out of my bag and throw my bag across the room. With trembling fingers, I dial Devon's number. I pray to God that he answers this time, because if he doesn't I'll have a panic attack. The phone rings and rings, every ring feels like it's an hour long.He answers on the last ring. "Amelia, listen. I can't really talk right now—""He found out," I interrupt.Devon is quiet for a long time. We're both breathing heavily on each end of the line. He says, "Keller found out about you?""Almost," I admit. "He had cameras. He saw me shove the fucking envelope under the door. He interrogated me and I just panicked.""Fuck," he mutters beneath his breath. "What happened after? What did he sa