All Chapters of The Ganglord’s Girl : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I'm starting to feel a bit better.I'm still a little sore, especially when I walk too quickly, but it's manageable. I step out of the elevator and keep my eyes down. I don't want to look at any of the others, and I don't want to draw any attention to myself.I'm a little late, about twenty minutes. I know he hates tardiness, but he isn't going to fire me. I know that for sure. The others, though, might find it suspicious. Who cares, though? They're already judging me, and they've already assumed that I'm fucking Damien. So, let this be the confirmation. I've got better things to worry about.There's the handwritten letter on my desk. I haven't been making copies of it, I'm paranoid about cameras. I snap an occasional picture and send it to Devon, but I don't know if he's working on deciphering them. He hasn't told me anything concerning that, but I keep doing it. It's my life that's in danger now, and I'm going to get out of this mess.Aaron hasn't tried to communicate with me, and I

Devon leaves his apartment after taking a long, cold shower. He needed to cool off after the shit morning he had. Everyone's intent on pissing him the fuck off, starting with that piece of shit Sam. He's been busting his balls about the fucking Browns. If someone utters that name to him again, he'll kick that person's teeth out.But he's especially mad at Amelia.Her nonchalance is what's killing him. How could she stay out all night and act normally? He was worried about her, and she didn't even have the decency to give him a genuine apology. He's just trying to correct his mistake and watch over her, but no, she still sees him as the bad guy.Even after he told her what Aaron did.And if she thinks he didn't notice her walking like her pussy was on fire, then she's a fucking idiot. He notices everything. Nothing escapes his attention. He imagines that fuck plunging into her. Did she moan his name? Did she cry out in pleasure? He feels like killing him. Or her. Or both.He can't even

I've been trying to call Devon, but I can't reach him. His phone is off, it has been for about three hours. I don't have much time left. Damien's driver will be here at any second to pick me up.After I move in with him, everything is going to change. I still can't believe that I'm packing, that I'm actually going to do this. Not that I have another choice.I can't imagine how living with him will be like. Are we going to act like a couple? I don't know what to expect anymore. Damien Keller is a hard man to read. I feel it in his touch and in his passionate kisses that he wants me, but to go to great lengths to keep me 'safe'? Is that the only reason why he wants me to live with him?I'm scared and excited at the same time. I'm aware of the risks, of how dangerous it's going to be. Everything is about to change and I can feel it. The door to the apartment opens, and I feel it in my bones that it's Devon. Hans wouldn't just barge in. I exit my bedroom and we meet in the corridor. His

I can't take any more of this.I'm sitting on the plush black velvet sofa and chewing my thumbnail. I'm so tense; Damien's taking forever to get here. When Hans said he'd be 'arriving shortly', I didn't think I would have to wait for two hours.We have to resolve this issue once and for all.It's clear that he isn't planning on staying with me. In fact, I think he used that to bait me. I'm not an idiot, and I detest the fact that it took me this long to figure it out. Thinking about it now, all he wants is to have me someplace he can watch, to make sure I don't get close to my 'ex'. Either that or he has more sinister reasons.It made no sense for him to want to move in with me. Absolutely none. I still think he's in love with Yara, but Damien Keller isn't the kind of man to let emotions rule him. He enjoys our sex, maybe that's that. His fascination with keeping me 'safe' or rather, away from Devon, could be because he doesn't want a woman with multiple partners.There's so much that

I hook my leg over Damien's hip. Our sex was mind-blowing once again. He rocked my fucking world. I don't think I've ever enjoyed sex, not like this. It was almost always disappointing in the past, and not at all worth the effort. With Damien, I have no regrets. As a matter of fact, I want more. I can't get enough of it.He's smoking a cigarette. He always does after we have sex. It's the most relaxing shit ever. He passes it to me and I take a drag. We share the cigarette until it's finished, and he crushes it against the nightstand. We're staring at each other now, and I've never felt this comfortable under a man's scrutiny. Perhaps it has to do with the fact that when I'm with him, I forget my insecurities, and I don't know if it's because I'm literally a different person with him or if it's because he makes me feel secure and comfortable in my own skin."I want to ask you something," I say.He caresses my thigh. He doesn't hesitate, which is a good thing. Right? "Go ahead."I hav