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 rubbed her eyes as she awoke by Brendon's side. The silk sheets rubbing against her legs as she shifts in her spot, underneath Brendon's grasp. She lightly lifted his arm and put it down at his side, earning a low groan from him and turning over onto his side.
Amara sat up and yawned as a nearby lamp caught her eye, making her go into a sleepy stare. She blinks away the remaining sleep in her eyes and pulls back the covers on her legs.
She slides off the tall bed and makes her way to the bathroom where she brushes her teeth. The big bathroom never failed to amaze Amara. It was bigger than her entire bedroom back at her dad' house. But thinking about her dad made her wonder about what Andrew said at Brendon's party.
Her dad? Not.. loving.. her?
She furrowed her eyebrows as she continued to brush her teeth, and looked in the mirror at herself. There's no possible way that her dad didn't love her. Amara was his pride and joy. The only remaining family member he had left. They were so close in bond too.
Maybe Brendon knows.
She spit out the toothpaste from her mouth and rinsed the toothbrush under the water. She placed the brush back in its original place and walked out of the bathroom. She tiptoed past the bed where Brendon slept on and opened the door, exiting to the hallway.
She tiptoed down the stairs and into the kitchen where she opened the fridge and looked at her breakfast options. Amara eventually settled on some grapes and took the container from the fridge and sat on the counter with them in her lap.
The marble counter pressed against her warm legs, making her shiver. She delicately picked a grape from the stem and pulled it up to her mouth, letting her teeth sink into the soft fruit.
It amazed Amara that Brendon seemed like he was keeping so many things from her. She should respect that though. He might not want her to know. Unless these 'secrets' involve her.
"Jesus Christ." Amara chokes, holding her neck as she coughs. Brendon was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, one hand above his head and the other one on his hip.
Brendon chuckles. "My bad, didn't mean to scare you." He walks over to where she sat on the counter and moves in between her legs. He looks up at her and watches as she places another grape in her mouth.
