All Chapters of The Ganglord’s Girl : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I can't sleep.The encounter with my brother is still fresh on my mind. I'm in the living room wearing an oversized t-shirt and drinking Devon's finest brandy. I'll wake up hungover tomorrow, but am I even going back to work for Damien after what happened? It's clear that he's attracted to me, he wanted me. I could feel it in his touch and in his kiss, but this just serves to exacerbates my situation. How do I get out of this city? What if he comes after me? If I was mildly paranoid before, I have every right to be now. I drink from the bottle deeply.And for Aaron to come here and treat me like that, it's depressing. All I tried to do was help him, but it seems like it was the wrong thing to do. I should've just stayed home, working at Donnie's. It was an unremarkable life, but at least I was safe. All of this is weighing my shoulders down, and Aaron's condemnation has added even more weight to the already prodigious mass I'm carrying. I expected his disapproval, but I thought that

It's starting to feel like an ordinary day.When I arrived here in the morning, I had very different expectations of how my day would go, but the universe seems to be intent on proving me wrong. I thought the conversation I had with Damien would be different, lengthier, but I haven't seen him since I left his office. Something else that was completely unexpected?My coworkers.I have colleagues now. We haven't known each other for three hours and already we don't see eye to eye. Everyone around Damien seems to have a problem with me, not that I blame them. I know what I am and what I'm trying to do here, but they don't know that. So, why do I always get on everyone's nerves?I was going through my laptop when the first person walked in. We looked at each other and I knew instinctively that she would cause a lot of trouble for me. The first thing I noticed about her was her outfit; she was wearing a tailored suit, and she was rocking a pixie cut. She sauntered towards my desk, then ask

I unlock the door, but before I open it someone comes up behind me. I hear their footfalls heading my way. I jump and whirl around, my back slamming against the door. It's Aaron, wearing a black sweatshirt. If I hadn't seen that man's face, I would've thought he rose from the dead. He was dressed exactly like this. I hit him with my handbag. "You scared me!""Just open up. I've been here for two hours waiting for you. Where the fuck were you this whole time?"I frown. He's controlling me now, is that it? "At work, there was a meeting. Where else would I be? I don't have any friends here, I never go out."He ignores what I've said. "Where the fuck is Devon?"I'm caught off-guard by his question. "Why would I know? I told you I didn't know where he was." We scurry inside and he closes the door. I put my handbag down and kick my heels off.He narrows his eyes. "I know you're lying to me, Amelia. Why are you trying to protect that guy, after all he's done? He lied to you, he manipulated y

Aaron walks through the streets of the city he once loved.His heart is racing. Every nerve in his body is shouting at him to go back, to get Amelia away from Devon. He keeps walking, though, because he knows there's nothing he can do now. Devon has, beyond a shadow of a doubt, already told her about the payments he never made. He knows this because Devon will do everything in his power to keep her here, to finish the job. Devon only wanted her to leave because he was on his way, but he managed to find a way to stay on top. And now, he'll lose Amelia's trust.Not that he blames her.He fucked up. He truly never cared. All his life, he dreamt of getting out of that small town. When he was old enough to understand, he began resenting his mother for the choices she made, and Amelia, too, even though she was just a baby and didn't know anything. He couldn't help but feel like his life could've, no, would've been different had she done things differently.So, he did the only thing he could

His driver drops us in front of a high-rise apartment building.I can tell from the modern exterior that an apartment here must cost a fortune. This man has properties all over the city. How rich is he, honestly? It's intimidating, I won't deny it. When Devon first told me about them, I imagined low criminals, a bar, a club. Nothing this grand.I have butterflies in my stomach threatening to rip me apart. I'm filled to the brim with anticipation. I know exactly what to expect from tonight, and I'm torn between feeling excited and apprehensive. On one hand, I want him as much as he wants me. I don't really know when that happened exactly, but it's the whole, uncensored truth. On the other, I'm well aware that this is dangerous, and I'm just getting myself into more trouble.We step in the elevator.The doors close, it's just the two of us. I didn't notice what floor button he pressed, a careless mistake. I'll find out soon, though, but I have to be more attentive, especially around him