𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄
❝ 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 mobster of the decade.
Amara's eyes go wide and she screams with...
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Amara sat in her chair with her head bowed, staring at the ground when she heard the door unlock. She refused to look back up but had to when she saw a plate come into her vision.
"Good morning to you too." He says.
Amara looks up to see a man she's never seen before. But looks oddly familiar?
"Who are you?" She says frightened
"Dallon, nice to meet you." He says. "I was the one who knocked you out." He shrugs "I hate doing that."
Amara stares at him and watches as he cuts off the zip ties on her wrists and ankles. "Bre- I mean Boyd wanted us to untie you and have you eat so you don't starve."
"Who's us?" Amara says sniffing and watching as Dallon cuts the zip ties.
"Oh my bad, Spencer and I. He's the other one that was with me last night." He says.
Amara nods and looks around the room getting a closer look at the crevices and details. Dallon hands her the plate of eggs, bacon, toast and a fork.
"I'd eat up. You look kinda frail..." he says looking at her.
"Thanks?" She says taking the plate and fork. Amara now realizes that the table with the weapons are gone now that she isn't tied up. Great.
Dallon starts to exit the room but Amara quickly stops him. "Wait!"
"Yes?" He says turning back around, with his hand on the door handle.
"When can I leave?" She says
Dallon tilts his head to the side "when you answer his questions." He whispers. And just like that, he's gone.
Amara groans and starts to eat the food on the plate. Considering she was now locked up in a cell thingy, the food wasn't too bad.
When she finished her food, she got up and looked around the room. The only thing that was in there was the light, chair and mirror. Nothing else.
Amara groaned and looked at her wrists which were red from the zip ties. She also looked down and realized she was still in her work attire. Just ripped black jeans and a black shirt.
After a while, Amara was starting to get bored. She already made her way to the wall and sat against it, leaning her back against the cold metal. In the meantime, she also counted to 500 and wasn't stopping til she got to 1000. She was about to start counting to 600 when she heard the clicking sound of an intercom turn on, making her jump.
"Getting bored, Princess?" He says. By the voice, she knows exactly who it is.
"No." She says crossing her arms. "I'm just fine."
