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 ran back inside the Italian villa and looked around for his two parents who were suddenly missing. He just saw his mom storm out of the kitchen a few minutes ago, so he wanted to make sure she was still in the house and not gone for real this time.
"Mamma? Papà?" He yelled in the big mansion, his little voice echoing off the walls. He walked further into the house and stopped when he heard a voice.
"In here son." His dad called from his office.
Brendon followed his dad's voice to the room where it came from and he opened the door to reveal his dad at his desk— drunk out of his mind.
"Papà?" Brendon asked, his head peeking through the doorway cautiously.
Boyd looked up from his work, his eyes groggy, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and the redness in his eyes piercing through little Brendon's soul.
"Where's mama?" Brendon asked, his eyes looking at his broken father in front of him.
"She's gone."
Brendon was confused at first by his father's words. He just saw his mom in the kitchen no longer than 20 minutes ago.
"Gone? What do you mean?"
"She's gone Brendon!" Boyd says, standing up from his desk and slamming his hands on the wood table.
Brendon took a step back and stared at the monster at who his father was. To say he was surprised was an understatement, but to say he was scared was predictable.
Brendon's eyes filled with terror as his dad raged at him, cussing under his breath and muttering mean words.
Boyd sits back down and sighs a painful sigh, pinching the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. Brendon stepped closer.
