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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The three boys and one girl all sat at a table in a nearby diner. It was currently 5:30 in the morning and they all stopped for something to eat.
Amara sat silently, staring at the table. The emotion drained from her. While Brendon sat next to her, with his arm over her shoulders. He looked at the men across from him and exchanged glances.
"What do we do?" Spencer mouths to Brendon.
He shakes his head. "Give her a minute."
Dallon and Spencer look at Amara and then at each other. "Is she okay?" Dallon mouths to his boss.
Brendon looks down at her. She kept her hands in her lap and her eyes locked on the table. Her eyes were puffy from crying in the car, and her breathing was a little shaky.
He looked back up and shook his head.
Brendon took a sip from his black coffee and eyed his surroundings. He had to always be cautious of going out in public without his mask in his possession. Even though his iconic mask covered his whole face, he couldn't risk anything.
He looked over at Amara and saw a single tear drop escape her eye and fall down the side of her cheek. Brendon took his finger and delicately wiped it off her cheek with his knuckle.
Amara sniffed and leaned her head on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his torso and lifted her head to kiss his cheek. Her warm lips delicately pressing on the side of his face.
Brendon pursed his lips and just let her cry on his shoulder. He rubbed his hand along her arm and tried not to cry himself. Like he's mentioned many times before, Amara's tears are his biggest weakness.
"Are you hungry, angel?" He says quietly to her.
No response.
Brendon sighs and looks back up at Dallon and Spencer.
"I'm gonna fucking kill her dad." He says between clenched teeth, still mouthing the words.
Dallon and Spencer nod their heads in agreement. "We know you are." Spencer whispers.
"I need to do something. I need to talk to him."
"Are you insane?!" Dallon whisper-yells. "Look at her Brendon!" He motions to Amara.
