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 slowly walks down the hallway, her feet pattering on the ground. Faint thunder and rain could be heard echoing throughout the house as she continued walking. She shivered as air hit her arms and she quickly moved her hands up to shield herself. She was just called into Brendon's office. She didn't know what she was supposed to expect, it can be all kinds of things.
She made her way closer to his office door and places her hand on the cold, metal handle. She knocks on the door before entering, looking over to find Brendon at his desk. His hair was neatly combed back like it usually was and his button up was rolled up to his elbows.
"You wanted to see me?"
Brendon nods his head and motions for her to sit down in one of the chairs.
Amara cautiously walks over to the chair and sits down, crossing one leg over the other.
"I want to tell you about my upcoming mission."
Amara perks up and shifts in her spot. She was always called down into Brendon's office whenever he had a new mission happening in the next week or so. He always gave her details of when he would be home and shit like that. Amara always appreciated it as whenever Brendon would leave for 8-24 hours she would always feel nervous for if he was ever going to come back.
"This mission—" Brendon says standing up from his chair. "might be a little hard."
Amara furrows her eyebrows. "What do you mean?" She watches him carefully walk to the side of his office.
He purses his lips and paces back and forth behind his desk, his hands locked behind him. "You see, this mission won't be hard on me, exactly." He nods. "Most likely you."
"And why's that?" She says getting irritated.
"It's about..." he hesitates. He looks at her and bites his lip, wondering if this whole thing is even a good idea. "your dad."
Amara's heart sinks. They haven't talked about her dad in a hot minute and when they do, it always ends up in a fight. Her dad was always a touchy subject to talk about with Brendon, he never seemed to understand how she felt.
"My dad?" Amara says in disbelief "W-What about my dad?"
Brendon runs his tongue on the inside of his cheek, looking off to the side. "We need you for this important task, that's all."
"So you're using me?!" She says standing up from her chair. "Brendon, I thought I was going to actually do something! Not to try and— wait." Her rising voice comes to a halt.
