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Rebirth Of A Mafia Heiress

Betrayed and murdered by her own family, a mafia heiress is granted a second chance at life through rebirth. Returning to the past with her memories intact, she vows to dismantle the treacherous organization that destroyed her. To succeed, she must navigate a dangerous world of crime while forging an unexpected alliance with a powerful man. Driven by vengeance, she seeks to reclaim her legacy and find love amidst the rising shadows.
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Chapter 3

"Hello, sir,” she said, trying to speak to him. She could tell he was injured just by looking at his unusually pale face and the cold beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Sir, I can help you,” she said as she opened the back door to check on his injury.

“What are you doing?!” she asked as she dodged his attack and immediately held him down. She easily subdued him because he was injured.

“I want to help you, sir,” she said, but he quickly moved his body to the other side to protect something that was covered up on the car seat.

"Sir, you can trust me; I promise to help you,” she pleaded softly, and the man turned his face towards her. They locked eyes for a few seconds before he finally moved closer to her without any hostility.

“Please move closer so I can have a better view.” She breathed a sigh of relief as he moved closer, making the thing he was protecting visible.

“Is the baby okay?” she asked, quickly making her way to the other side of the car and opening the door to check on the baby.

“I think he is fine.” She is startled by the deep voice and raises her head to look at the man.

After checking the baby and making sure that he was just sleeping, she helped the man to lean on the seat properly, then took off his shirt to check his injuries.

“The first-aid box is in the booth,” he said weakly. She immediately gets out of the car to get it from the booth.

She skillfully took out the bullets from his back and shoulder. She was surprised that he was shot only twice while the driver was shot several times.

“I am the one they are after; I was supposed to drive, but the baby kept crying and refused for anyone to touch him, so I had no choice but to call one of my company's drivers to take me home,” he explained while leaning weakly on the couch.

“Sir, how..” She was interrupted by the ringing of a phone, probably the man's own. The ringing seemed to have startled the baby, and he started crying. It is a miracle that he didn't wake up during the shootout.

Amira moved closer to the baby and lifted him off the seat into her hands. She observed the baby's features and noticed that he didn't have any resemblance to the man.

“Seb, the car's GPS is on.” He could only say this before he rested weakly on the seat.

He turned to Amira, took off the amulet he was wearing on his neck, and handed it to her. Then he passed out due to exhaustion.

Half an hour later, she heard the sounds of moving vehicles and immediately became alert. She looked through the window and saw five black SUVs stopping behind the car they were in.

A young man, probably in his late twenties, came down and knocked on our car window.

When he saw that no one was answering, he gestured to one of his companions to break the window. Amira became flustered, as the glass shards could injure her if the window was broken.

She immediately lowered the glass, and the people outside had shocked looks on their faces when they saw her. When they saw the baby in her arms, they immediately became alert.

“Ummm, he gave me this.” She immediately spoke up and showed them the amulet. As soon as they saw it, they all became at ease.

“We are here to help, so you can open the door now,” the first man said.

She nodded and unlocked the doors. They immediately opened the door and carried the injured man out, while I followed them with the baby in my arms.

“Clean the place up and take the driver's body to his people. Ensure he is given a proper funeral. Tell them that Boss will come and pay his respect soon,” he told the men before entering the same car we were in.

After an hour of speeding, the car slowed down, and she looked out of the window curiously. Her eyes immediately became watery when she saw the name of the hospital. She had a lot of memories of this place.

SPRINGFIELD HOSPITAL.

The place where she spent all her time working hard to impress the man she thought loved her. The same man made her live a miserable life, which led to her suicide.

“Are you okay?” the man who came to pick them up asked.

“I am fine, sir,” she replied, then turned to look at the side mirror and saw her tear-stained face.

She must have cried subconsciously.

“I am really okay; I just remembered something sad,” she explained awkwardly while wiping her tears.

The injured man was taken to the emergency room, and they had to wait outside.

“What is your motive?” the man suddenly asked.

“I don't understand what you mean, sir,” she replied without showing any expression on her face.

“I am asking what your motive is for getting close to the boss.” He repeated it with a domineering tone. I was probably expecting her to cower in fear.

“If you are trying to intimidate me, I am sorry to disappoint you, sir, but it isn't working,” she said with a chuckle at the end.

“So, you are telling me that you just happened to be in that area at the time and that it was just all a big coincidence?” he asked again, not believing her.

“I just happened to escape from death and bump into them,” she said while maintaining eye contact with him.

“What do you mean by escaped death?” he asked again.

“You would make a good prosecutor, you know?” She smirked at him.

“Just answer the damned question, '' he said. Probably losing his patience.

I wonder why he was so worked up. She thought.

“I was supposed to come to the city to reunite with my father, but the driver took that route because he was ordered by my stepmom to kill me, but I figured it out and killed him instead. End of story,” she said while smiling at him as if they were talking about the weather.

He brought out his phone and made a call to the people he left to clean up the scene.

"Carl, check around the area; get back to me if you see any car with a dead man in them,” he said while looking at her suspiciously.

“If I find out that you lied, you will be tortured until you tell the truth,” he said menacingly.

He takes the baby from her arms, then turns towards the bodyguards.

“Lock her up in the empty room on the top floor and make sure she doesn't escape,” he ordered, and the men immediately dragged her into the elevator.

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