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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Brendon stood in his office and looked outside the window at his front yard. The green trees swaying in the May wind and the grass looking vibrant from last night's storm made Brendon rethink of his childhood. He loved nature but trees and such always made him think about his mom and dad. His mind took him way back to when he played in the backyard while his mom watched him from the kitchen window.
'perché sei triste, lizz?' (why are you sad, lizz?) Boyd said as he walked into the kitchen, looking at his beloved wife staring at their son outside.
Lizz sighs and looks down at the half washed dishes in front of her. 'Mi chiedo del futuro di Brendon, Boyd.' (I wonder about Brendon's future Boyd)
Boyd walks closer to her and looks out the window at Brendon 'e perché?' (and why's that?)
Lizz turns to look at her husband behind her and purses her lips. 'questo' (this) she says, motioning to the way Boyd was dressed. He had his clothes on from the night before, the top buttons undone from his shirt and his beer belly hanging loose. His hair was all disheveled and he had some grey stubble starting to appear on his cheeks and chin.
'Devi raddrizzare' (you need to straighten up) she murmurs before turning back around and continuing washing the dishes.
Boyd grunts. 'Non è colpa mia se mi faccio il culo per questa famiglia!' (It's not my fault that I work my ass off for this family!) he yells, throwing his hands above his head.
At this time, Brendon heard his parents arguing and turned around from where he played in the grass and looked at them through the window. He could see his mom's beat red face explode with anger as she yelled at her husband, and her throw the towel at his chest. He noticed tears streaming down her face and Boyd's attempt in comforting her. Of course, that planned failed and Brendon watched as she stormed out of the kitchen, not looking back.
He whipped his head back around as he caught eyes with his dad and continued playing in the grass, trying not to cry as he just realized his mom left for good.
"Boyd sir? You there?" The voice on the other end of his phone said in his ear, startling him from his deep thoughts.
Brendon clears his throat and adverts his eyes from the window. "Yea- Yea, i'm here, i'm here..." he says looking down at his leather shoes.
"Thought I lost you there for a second." The voice chuckles.
Brendon grunts. "Just get to the plan again, would ya?"
