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6.

AMOURA'S POV
They put me on the couch and before they could speak I took both their arms and brought them back to the kitchen. "We wanna talk to you in private." Trey spoke up. "Why? Everybody's here for the same reason. They're gonna know eventually might as well say it now." I said while taking a seat. They looked at each other before Amir shrugged and they sat down. I began to eat my food while I waited for either one of them to speak.

"We think you need help." Logan broke the silence. I didn't look up I continued to eat. "We think he can help." Logan said. "What do I need help with?" I finally looked up putting my utensils down. "He's coming." Trey answered. "Who?" I raised an eyebrow. "Your father." Amir contributed. "Okay so why do I need help again?" This really had me confused. "He wants to join another mafia with this one. If it goes wrong you'll need help." Pk said.

I was fed up so I stood up picking my phone off my thigh and called the man himself. "WHY TF AM I NOT THE FIRST ONE TO KNOW ABOUT THIS SHIT? AND IF YOU PLANNED TO GET ME TO MARRY SOMEONES SON THEN THATS NOT GONNA HAPPEN THEY MUST HAVE A GIRL THATS AROUND JORDAN'S AGE BECAUSE I REFUSE. YOU TOLD EVERYONE BUT ME. WHY DID I HAVE TO HEAR IT FROM THEM? YOU COULDN'T HAVE CALLED YOUR DAUGHTER FOR ONCE? JUST BECAUSE WE DON'T HAVE THE SAME OPINIONS ON HOW TO RUN THIS SHIT YOU TELL everyone but your own blood." the last part kinda slipped.

I hung up and placed my phone on the table. I stood still looking at the floor with my fists clinched. Til Amir, Trey, and Pk stood up from the table walking towards me. The man who had been really silent also stood up and tried to come towards me before Logan stepped in front him and shook his head. Trey held my waist while Pk held my left wrist and Amir held my right wrist and brought me up the stairs. I could feel people watching me but that wasn't important right now. Trey picked me up and put me in my bed before all three of them left the room.

I sat there staring at the wall before I screamed into my pillow. That there was the okay for the boys to come back into the room. After I scream, I cry and they like to be there for me while I'm crying. I laid on my side now and two boys sat on either side of me I didn't look to see who. I didn't cry not this time. Sometimes I don't I just - it's a lot to handle.

My father always despised me. He treated me like a maid even though we had them. I was to cook and clean and do this and that while my brother did anything he desired. He got an extra camera installed right outside my window. He never trusted me and he still doesn't. He never thought I would end up with the mafia until something happened to my brother but he was heartbroken when my brother didn't want to do it. But he was sick so he had no other choice to give the business to me. He never agreed on how I liked to do things he said it was much better the traditional way but I said 'my mafia my rules'. The treatment he needed was out the country I didn't ask where because honestly I didn't care.

I turned to my back to face the ceiling. I called Logan to escort the man out and he did. I think I'll just watch a movie or something.