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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

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Family

Aaron drove towards the Brown Mansion and Amara looked out at the city.

She didn't step her foot in London for almost three years after she left with Michael, to join the Russo gang.

Looking at the familiar place through the car window, where she grew up in, Amara realized how much she missed this city.

The feeling of nostalgia filled her heart.

Amara decided to visit her favourite restaurant tomorrow.

Aaron didn't say a word and let this feeling settle in for Amara as it was a huge change for her to be back home from Italy after all these years.

After a few minutes, they reached the Brown Mansion.

Amara had mixed feelings when she looked at her home.

'Should I really call it 'my home'?' She wondered as the apartment in Italy feels more like home to her than her own house where she grew up in.