Amara!! Come downstairs or I'll come up to get you!!
I woke up thinking that everything that happened was a dream until I heard his voice. I brushed my teeth quickly and went downstairs to see him trying to get rid of my family's corpes.
"No, please I wanted to have a funeral for them."
He smiled and walked up to me. I looked down at my feet. He lifted up my chin with his index finger and forced me to look into his beautiful brown eyes that I loved no more.
"Sweetie, if it makes you happy then we'll have a funeral."
I nod and stepped back a little. I wanted to get away from him so bad. He leaned down and tried to kiss me but I turned my head yo the side. He growled and pulled my head back in place.
"Sweetie, I don't want to hurt you,"
His face was very serious. It started to scare me.
"but I will if you disobey me. So let me kiss you."
I grimanced as his hands tightened around my arms as he pulled me closer to him. His lips crashed into mine. I would want to say that the kiss was horrible but it was so good. An unwanted moan escaped my mouth. He chuckled and grabbed my ass. I pulled away and cleared my throat. He smirked and slapped my ass once more.
"Go get ready. And pack up."
I quickly ran to my room and packed one suitcase with my undergarments and crop tops. One with clothes. One with shoes, heels, personal stuff, and accessories. And the last one with my favorite wrapped storageable snacks including 12 jars of Nutella. After I finished packing, I took a half full jar of Nutella and ate out of it while I sneaked into my parent's room, I was planning to take one of my father's weapons. I went to his secret storage that had all his good weapons.
Hmm not this one.
I fingered a black handgun and decided to take it. While I was looking for its bullets, I heard the door open.
Shoot!
I quickly closed and locked the storage and turned around, hiding the gun behind my back.
"Amara..."
He looked around then his eyes landed on me.
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just... looking for things to bury with my mother and father."
I made my best sad face. I hope my acting lessons pay off. He came closer to me and my heart started to pound. I really hope he don't notice the gun behind my back. I really wish I brought a purse. I think my mom has purses around here, I hope she does.
"Awwwe baby."
He tried to hug me but I stepped away.
"I ... uh... don't want any hugs right now. I'll...cry... yeah I'll cry."
"And? You'll still look beautiful."
He stepped closer. My heart started pounding faster.
"No. It's not the time to cry right now."
I looked around and grabbed a big purse my mom left on her dresser and turned away while I skide the gun in there while putting some pictures, perfumes, colognes, and some accessories after.
"Babe."
I didn't answer him.
"Babe."
He raised his voice.
"God damn it. Amara!!
I turned around.
"Were you talking to me?"
I said innocently. Then I felt strong hands squeeze my arms.
"Don't fucking play with me. I'm dangerous, keep that in mind."
He looked down and noticed I was clutching the purse.
"What's this?!" He growled, as he fiercely snatched it. Flinging over the flap of the purse, he starts filing through the contents. I gulped.
Oh no. I'm dead. I thought.
Suddenly the door bell rang. The thing saved me!! His head snapped in the direction of the door. He angrily sighed and dropped the purse on the bed and walked out the room. I took the opportunity to grab some bullets and the purse and ran into my room. I took the gun out of the purse and put it and the bullets behind my snacks in the suitcase and then I put the purse back on my parent's bed and sat down next to it. He walked into the room and handed me an open envelope. Clearly he read what was inside.
"I see you don't respect a woman's privacy."
I spoke with the sassiest attitude. He chuckled.
"I had to know what people are sending my girl."
"Your girl?! What do you mean your girl?! I am not yours!"
"That's what you think."
I glared at him. He laughed.
"I would never date a monster."
I muttered.
"What did you say?!"
He wasn't laughing any more.
"I. Would. Never. Date. A. Monster."
I rolled my eyes. His eyes turned a shade darker. His eyes made him look more dangerous. But I won't show him that he scared me.
"What did you say?"
He stepped closer to me.
"I didn't stutter."
"I'm not a monster."
"Yeah, you're the nice neighbor that almost every girl low-key sexually dreams about."
"Do you sexually dream about me?"
He licked his and grinned.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm apart of the percent who doesn't. Anyways, you killed my parents, 4 out 5 of my sisters, and took my other 2 siblings. Why the hell would I, Amara Santiago, want to be your girl?"
"You don't understand, I..."
"No, I don't understand. Can you please enlighten me with the reason."
I interrupted.
"Okay. I have a feeling you did not know your father was apart of the Mafia...."
He paused. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Why didn't my father tell me. He continued.
"And then he met your mother, and didn't want to be apart of the Mafia anymore when she was pregnant. But once you're in, there's no getting out. So, he came to our meetings and did his assignments. Until one day...."
His phone rang. He looked down.
"Sorry babe, I got to take this."
He walked out of the room, leaving me to digest what he just told me. Until one day what?! I wanted to know!!
He came back into the room.
"Babe, I got to go. Something important came up."
He kissed my cheek and left. I just sat there silently.
Heyy guyss. I hope this is better than the first chapter. Mr. Salinos in the media box.
