Old Amare

Chapter Thirty-Three

Ahhh!!!One more chapter left until the most epic epilogue EVER.

Enjoy. ☺
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Amila POV.

I sat slumped against a concrete wall, the room was blanketed in darkness except for the sliver of light from underneath the door.

"Amina, are you okay? ", I whispered, hoping that she would reply.

Nothing but complete silence filled the room.

"Amina, wake the hell up, please", I yelled, shaking her awake.

"Where the fuck are we, Mila", she replied, pulling me closer.

"I don't remember anything ", I responded, frustrated.

Suddenly the door swung open, revealing an older man and two men behind him. The older man was dressed in a suit, and held a manilla envelope in his hand.

Fuck.

"Well hello ladies, my name is Antonio Vittali, but you already knew that, right Sophia. ", the older man spoke confidently.

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7 hours before

"Amila get your ass out of bed, andale", Amina yelled coming down the hallway.

I jumped out of the bed quickly, scaring Giuseppe.

Yes, I named my puppy Giuseppe.

He made a tiny barking noise, and laid back down on the bed.

Amina threw the bedroom doors open, spotting me standing next to the bed.

"Good Morning to you too, Bitch", she said seeing the angry expression, on my face.

"Whatever, cunt ", I replied giving her the finger.

"Sure, Slut", she quipped back.

We stopped and began to stare at each other, locking eyes.

Suddenly Amina blinked.

"Ha, I win Whore. ", I said doing a little happy dance.

She rolled her eyes.

I went in the closet to find something to wear for the day.
I pulled out a pair of dark skinny jeans from the drawers.

I picked up a white v-neck, with Long sleeves and some ankle boots with fringe along the side.

I threw everything on and pulled my curls out of their messy bun,atop my head.

"Is this good enough for wherever the hell we are going? ", I ask Amina, whom was laying on the bed playing with Giuseppe.

"Yeah, you look hot", she replied looking at me from head to the.

I rolled my eyes at her comment.

" Come on, vamanos", Amina shouted, getting up from the bed, excited.

" Who the hell do you think you are? Dora. ", I replied.

" Come on grumpy pants, we are going shopping", she yelled pulling me out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

Vincenzo sat on the couch, watching a soccer game, his back to us.

We began trying to sneak past him, quietly.

"Where the hell do you two think you're going? ", he asked suddenly, still watching the game.