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 was walking down the hall, scrolling on her new phone when she saw Brendon in the workout room. It has been approximately one month since her birthday 'extravaganza', and she never forgave Brendon for the literal trauma that night caused her.
But, her phone never gave her justice for her boredom. She needed something to do instead of just swiping on her phone all day. She was walking quietly down the hallway when she came up with the brilliant idea of wanting to be in Vices Mafia.
Well— not exactly.
Holding a gun was terrifying. So maybe she won't be in the actual gang. But, she needed to do something. Anything.
Amara approached the workout room when she saw Brendon lifting the metal bar above his head. The sweat dripping down his face made her think of the night before, and the night before, and the night—
"Hey." She says walking into the gym.
Brendon sets the bar down on the ledge and sits up, wiping his forehead with a nearby rag. "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Amara shrugs and walks over to him. "I saw you in here and wanted to stop by."
"Well you didn't have to do that." He smiles while looking up at her.
Amara sits down in his lap and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling his head into her shoulder.
"Alright.. what is it?"
Amara backs up from his face and looks at him. "What do you mean?" She asks blinking innocently.
Brendon rolls his eyes and rubs her side with his hand. "I know what you want."
"You do?"
Brendon nods and kisses her neck, his wet hair stroking the side of her face. "But you have to wait til' tonight."
"I didn't come here to have sex" Amara laughs as Brendon stares at her awkwardly.
"You didn't?"
"No!" She wheezes as she face plants into his bare chest.
"Then what? You might as well tell me now before I take you right here." He sternly says.
"Damn, okay.." Amara says, eyeing him. "I've gotten really bored and wanted to do something with my life. Ya know?" She looks at him and waits for a reaction. When he doesn't say anything, she continues. She takes a deep breath in. "I wanted to.. help you.. I guess..."
