❝If you want me. EARN ME!❞
❝Alright. I'll earn you, I'll do it.❞
in which amara singh, a former employee to the shelby's is ready to move on with her life beyond their gang empire and open her own business. if only thomas shelby was ready to let her...
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AMARA DIDN'T go home that night. She couldn't go home ━ to that place where she didn't know what they bugged it, where and how it happened, if during the day they crept up her telephone, or under the table or in her kitchen and what about her bedroom. The fixer sat in her chair, her head leaning back and a cigarette in between her fingers but unlit. The match was right next to her but she remained conflicted and indecisive. She didn't know if Singh & Associates was a safe place, and she didn't know if they bugged this too. Amara couldn't do anything about it if they did, she couldn't even gasp. she didn't want to open her door and see another faded picture of a dead girl with notes on how she died and how bad it was. It had strayed from every night to once in the morning and another in the evening and now it had become whenever Campbell wanted. Amara wasn't even sure if her uncle had killed those women or if Campbell just sent her random women to keep her from slipping his plans into her former lover's hands. But she was already scared into silence and she was slipping.
Amara stared at the match, then her gaze fell onto the cigarette back and forth until her neck strained from the constant movement. She'd only taken cigarettes for show━ it made her seem more threatening somehow, more business-like and a woman with her own business was far from any man's thought of business. That was until she blew a cigarette and suddenly they wanted contracts, details and everything. The thing with businessmen and their tobacco was something Amara would never know.
But she found herself, taking one for stress rather than business. The fixer accepted each cigarette a copper in uniform gave with a threat gifted alongside. And they were no longer for business, they were more often she succumbed herself to the smoke and took drags out of it until it became crisp. And now, she needed a smoke but she didn't take it. Amara was in pain, her tear-stained face was blotted and her eyes were red but her trembling hands refused to take another smoke.
Campbell had already stolen her pride she would not let him replace it with bad habits.
She leaned back fully against her chair and let out a sobful sigh.
