She Could Tell Something Was Wrong.

Aaron had just finished wiping the blood off his nose when his phone dinged with a message. He picked it, unlocked the message and read it with a slight frown. [You worthless piece of shit, if something isn’t done about that gold digging slut I contracted you to get rid of, I’m going to make you regret stepping that ass of yours out of prison and you’re going to wish you still remained in there!] The message read. But Aaron wasn’t frowning about the harshness of the message, or the threats or the words he had been called, but rather, the name that his so called contractor had addressed Amara with. Gold digging slut? She was far from that. Amara, to him, was the purest soul. Although she had her flaws and stubborn moments, so did everyone else, but despite that, Aaron loved her, even more so since her absence had opened his eyes. He didn't have an inkling of an idea on how the bitch who had paid him to get rid of her had come to the conclusion that Amara was a gold digging slut, but tha