mr. mafia ━━━ b. urie

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❪ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ❫

       Amara woke up in a chair with the bag still over her face. She tries to move but can't due to her wrists and ankles tied to the metal chair. She tries to scream but can't because of the duck tape still over her face.

After a few minutes Amara jumps to the sound of a door unlocking and a person walking in. She mumbles something and tries to loosen her grip in the zip ties but gets cut off.

"Hello there Amara."

Amara cries to the man's low voice and tries to remove the bag from her head.

"Don't try, there's no use." He says walking around her. "Amara, we have you here because of one thing, and one thing only."

Amara sniffs and turns her head to where he walks.

"Do you know what that is?"

Amara shakes her head frantically and cries more.

The man laughs a dark laugh and makes his way closer to her. She can sense his head above hers as he talks "Your father is a big part of this industry.. do you know that?"

Amara makes a 'huh?' noise from his comment and tries to make out his face from inside the bag.

The stranger laughs and removes the bag from her head, making her squint from the light shining above her.

"Know who I am?" He says tilting her head up to look at the man in front of her. Once her eyes adjust, she sees Boyd Gatti. The biggest, most wanted, evilest criminal of the decade.

Amara's eyes go wide and she screams in her mouth, seeing him with his gold and black mask on. That mask can be noticed a mile away.

"Don't he scared darlin'" he says gently taking her chin in between his thumb and index finger. "I won't hurt you like those idiots did." Boyd says looking behind his back. "Besides, I'm sure you'll recognize me.." he says motioning for his mask. His fingers tug off the mask, up and over his face to reveal the man Amara saw in the parking lot.

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Brendon slapped down the pieces of papers onto his desk, rubbing his hands through his dehydrated hair. He rolled up his sleeves on his arms and rested his hands on his desk in front of him, leaning over the papers that brought him great disappointment.

Brendon had a deal that he would never pass up, and he never got the money he was supposed to get back in return. He never wanted to get things done the hard way, but it looks like that's what he's going to have to do.

Brendon sat down in his chair, frustrated, and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger. He's going to need some soldiers to go out and kill their victim. Not like he's done it before, but Brendon usually cared for the 'threaten him til he pays up' way, but they've given him too many chances.