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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"Looks nice boys." Brendon says as he looks up at the construction sight that they recently got their hands on. It's supposed to be some kind of Vegas hotel and Brendon got his hands on it in the knick of time.
"Glad we could get it in time. She was not easy to negotiate with." Spencer says.
"Whatever, you know we could've gotten it like that." Brendon says snapping his fingers.
"Where's the girl?" Dallon says as they walk back to where they parked their expensive cars.
"At my house, obviously." Brendon says with an eye roll. "Why?"
"Spencer here was curious." Dallon says nudging his buddy besides him.
"Shut the fuck up. I was not." Spencer yells back.
Brendon rolls his eyes once again and unlocks his car. "You guys won't be seeing her for a long time if you keep talking shit like that."
"Like what?" Dallon teases "talk about Brendon's girlfriend."
Brendon scowls and opens his car door. "You're lucky I don't have my revolver on me, Weekes. And Smith, watch your mouth."
"About who? Ama-" Spencer begins, but Brendon quickly cuts him off.
"Yes! About Amara. Now please, let me drive home in peace."
"Whatever." Dallon says with an eye roll. The two boys walk back to their cars and eventually pull out of the parking lot while Brendon sat looking at his steering wheel in front of him. He's starting to regret telling the boys about her.
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Brendon tapped his shoe on the hard wood floors of his office and rolled a piece of paper in between his thumb and index finger. His phone was pressed to his ear, as he was on a call.
"So, you're telling me, you want me to come to this joint?" Brendon waits for the man on the other line to answer before continuing. "Why? Am I getting money for it?" Long pause. "How do I know I trust ya?" Another long pause. "Fine. I'll be there." And with that, Brendon hung up the phone. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair before leaning back in his chair and sighing, once again.
He looks up at the ceiling above his head and realizes that Amara's room is right above him. He thinks about going up there and fucking her brains out... but that might be a stretch. She was definitely feisty, and hard to get. She'll warm up eventually.
