Her Game

Chapter 2

HII GUYS! I hope you all loved that last chapter and will hopefully love Amara in this chapter! I put lots of thought in how I wanted her Character to act and who I wanted her to portray.

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Amara woke with a start. She hated that memory and she hated thinking of that day. What she hated even more was that it was reoccurring in her dreams. She's tried everything she could to make it stop. To stop her past from haunting her. But it never worked. Nothing ever worked out for her when it came to her past. She hated the feeling those memories had, as she feels like she would somehow taint them with who she's become.

It wasn't her fault that this had happened to her, but she blamed herself for it. If only she hadn't been so nice. If only she had left that money on the ground where it belonged. She doesn't let those days affect her daily life, but it has broken her mental state. Time and time again, she's distanced herself and lived on autopilot when she couldn't face the world she now lived in. It helped her cope. It was her way of surviving through the vile environment she had grown up in.

She looks to the left at the alarm clock on her nightstand. '5:47' it reads. "Shit," she rushes out of bed to her dresser. She hurries into her uniform, does her morning routine, pulls her hair in a slick ponytail, and rushes out the door.

She hated being late for two reasons. One: She loved the extra time to herself, and if she was late, she couldn't mentally prepare for the bullshit to come, and two: He would make her stay longer as punishment.

Amara hated him so much. Not the type of hate for your least favorite movie character, but if she could gouge his eyes out with his own dick then she would.

Every time she saw him, she left with a deeper hate for him. She never knew how one could hate someone this much but she did. Everything about him unnerved her. From his voice to the horrible cologne he wears.

After leaving the compound, Amara makes her way to his private house located in the back. It was big, like unnecessarily big for a house that is used to torture, kill, and rape people. The mere sight of that place makes her stomach turn. 'Fucking show off,' she thought.

She makes her way to the unnecessarily huge doors. Once inside, she makes her way down the corridor to the private meeting room that he usually waits for her in. Once found empty, she knew she was in deep shit now. He could only be in one other place if not here. The main meeting room, where he gathers to give orders for large operations.

Amara didn't mind being abused or belittled in private, but she despised when it happened in public and unfortunately, today would be one of those days.

At first, she started to hesitate going, but she knew the more she waited, the worse the punishment would be.

She finds the large door that held her abuser, and a packed room full of others, including all the capos and about half of the ones in training, which was a lot.

The mafia she belonged to was growing very fast and has grown significantly in the past three years since she was brought here.

Peering through the small gap in the door, she could hear him talking, giving tasks of sorts and explaining plans for some sort of heist or security breach.