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 walked down the stairs of Brendon's huge house in no rush. She was still in her pajamas— consisting of Brendon's underwear and his shirt. She's completely devoted her whole wardrobe to just his clothes now. Brendon didn't exactly like her stealing his clothes, but, he would get pretty amorous at seeing her in his oversized shirts and boxers.
A month passed specifically. Brendon and Amara would bicker most days— but other than that, everything was alright. Their fights were just little petty ones, but they would make up in literal seconds.
Amara came downstairs to bother Brendon— of course. But this time it wasn't for just no reason. It was because it was her birthday. Yes, Amara was a 23 year old today. June 26th. Yes it's hard to believe, she has been in this house for more than 4 months.
Amara turned the corner— deep in her thoughts— when Brendon startled her.
"Jesus Brendon." She says, jumping at his presence.
"Sorry." He cringes. "I was just about to come get you."
"And why's that?" Amara asks, knowing it's something to do with her birthday. She was hoping for a phone, because Brendon did smash hers after all. She still wanted to be in contact with her dad and friends but when she asked Brendon one day, he turned it down. He said 'it's a risk' like what the fuck does that mean?
"I have something to show you." Brendon beams as he looks down at her.
"Oh really?"
"Yes, I do." He says taking her by the shoulders and leading her down the hall. Brendon places his hands over her eyes as they continue walking. Brendon opens a door and leads her inside. Amara acknowledges that they're in a separate room by how the temperature has changed.
