Todos los capítulos de The Ganglord’s Girl : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Devon sits at the bar and orders a drink.The bartender has never seen him before, so he gives him a funny look. A small bar like this, he must know every single person that comes in here. He hopes to hell that Bernard was right about this. He came a long way and he isn't going back without getting this done. He even tore a few stitches earlier. He makes a mental note to go to the clinic as soon as he's done with this.He takes the photo from the inside of his coat and slides it across the table. The bartender looks at him funny, but leans over to take a good look at the photo. "You know this woman?"He snaps his gaze back to Devon's. "Depends. Who's asking?""The CIA, the FBI, Interpol, what does it matter? Just answer the fucking question." He knows that the mention of these normally scares people. No one wants to get involved with the law.He puts both his hands in the air. It's almost as if Devon showed him a badge and told him to. "I don't want any trouble, man. I'm just doing my

She moved away from him back there, when he was reaching for the bottle. Imperceptibly, but he caught it. It was clear that she was uncomfortable because of how close they were, which makes Damien wonder if what she said the previous day had any truth in it. She never seems to make an effort to be closer to him, to touch him in any way. In fact, she looked scared. He's had countless women in the past, and all of them that were attracted to him acted that way.He wonders if Yara Huxley is a liar for the hundredth time today.He's torn between believing and not believing her. She's a walking contradiction. She's outspoken, yet she's shy. She seems confident, but she has her moments of self-doubt that are quite evident. She appears weak minded, but has endured a handful of awful experiences in a matter of weeks. Not everyone reacts well to having a gun pointed at them. Yet, she's oddly fearless. He saw it in her eyes when he had his gun pointed at her. There was no fear there, but there

Damien walks past her table at 8 a.m. sharp.She isn't in, which he finds strange. He woke up late this morning; a rare occasion. The woman he slept with last night was still lying on top of him. For a second, he didn't know where he was, but slowly, last night's events returned to him.What was he thinking?He rarely regrets a decision but he allowed himself to act recklessly. To go to a known place like Ned's with his secretary is asking for trouble. In his inebriated state, he didn't mind. He thought it would be good for Elizabeth to find out.The only problem is that Elizabeth shouldn't know about any of this. Not now, when she believes that everything is perfect between them. She has no idea that he knows, and neither does Ethan. Yesterday, when they were both in his office, he tried his best to remain calm and act naturally. Elizabeth didn't suspect a thing, and he's hoping that Ethan didn't either. Because if he did, Damien won't be able to keep this hidden for long.And that i

I can't wait for five.The energy surrounding this place today is unbearable. Every time I come across Ethan, he looks like he wants to shoot me. It's upsetting. I've wasted so much time and energy on this, and it didn't work out. All that happened was Elizabeth was dumped in the worst possible way and from what I can tell, Ethan and Damien's relationship is normal. I thought this would destabilize them. That's the only reason why I decided to go with this in the first place. But nothing productive happened and I nearly got caught.I'm running out of ideas, and without Devon's help, this will get even more complicated. One thing I'm absolutely certain of now is that I can't target their relationship with each other. It's weird, there's no other word to describe it. They stick together no matter what. If I plan on taking advantage of their weakness to get ahead, I'll have to find something else. Sneaking in his office is impossible, because he always has his key. But what if I manage t

Aaron William George, also known as Crooks, slams the phone down on the receiver. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a calming breath that doesn't calm him for shit. It's like his ears are betraying him. Did he hear that shit right? Did he?"Hey," the inmate behind him taps him on the shoulder. "Are you alright there, Crooks?"No, he's not alright. He isn't out yet and there's already trouble knocking on his door. Amelia, what the fuck are you doing? "Just fine, man."He's escorted back to his cell. All the while, he's thinking of how he wants to kill something. He wants to use his hands to wreak havoc and tear whole lives apart. This is bad. He hasn't felt this way in a long time.His cell mate looks up as he approaches. They're good pals, but he knows not to mess with him and especially not to ask questions. Not on days like this, when he feels powerless. It's like his life is spiraling out of control. He pinches the bridge of his nose again, feels the reassuring bump there