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My Ruthless Girlfriend

Amara Brown found out she has roots in the Mafia world, abandoning the family she does not feel connected with, she joins the Mafia and through hardwork becomes their gang leader, Amara Russo. Kidnapping, Murdering, Making people disappear, smuggling were the only things she knew. Her life turns topsy turvy when a new member joins their gang. He looks poor, pitiful and arrogant, but has good combat skills. Was he really like how he looks like or there is more to it? This was the question that kept bothering Amara since she met him ... "What happened? Why are you worried?" Joshua asked Amara. "That guy keeps staring at me, as if he knows who I am" "Maybe you are overthinking?" "No, his glance followed me wherever I went. I think our identities are compromised" "No, they won't be" "How?" "I am sorry Amara, just act along for five minutes." "Wha..." Amara couldn't complete her question as he sealed her lips with his. ... When Amara realizes one of her loyal people is hell bent on killing her to gain her position, she has to break the promise she made. What will she do? Disclaimer: The cover photo does not belong to me and if the creator has an issue with it please let me know, I'll remove it. Also, this story is a pure work of fiction

Mystical_night · Urban
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238 Chs

Matilda Evans

"Fuck off" Amara scoffed at him.

"Okay" Jackson stood up from his seat and headed out, "Do let me know if you two need anything" He left from there as he was done with the work he came here for, that is to hand Amara's stuff to her.

He could feel something weird going on between Amara and Aaron, so he didn't stay there for long and left.

Just like others he too rooted for them and therefore left to give them some privacy.

After Jackson left, Aaron wished to talk to Amara about what happened between them but he was sure she doesn't want to as she warned him about it before they started all of this.

Amara was hoping for Aaron to not bring up what just happened between them as it was a moment of weakness that she gave in to and didn't wish to talk about it. 

She preferred pretending nothing happened between them.