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 paced on the creaky, wooden floor his office as he held his phone up to his ear, biting his lip in concentration. His other hand found comfort in his pocket as he began to walk around the room, his leather shoes making noise with each step.
"You son of a bitch." Brendon spat. "I told you! I wanted him dead and gone by tonight. We already have the money, so might as well get rid of the problem." He listens to the other person on the phone, giving him a chance to defend their self. Brendon doesn't hesitate in cutting the person off. "Shut the fuck up. I don't care if he's 'out of town' I care that the fucker is dead."
Amara peeked her head inside Brendon's office and saw him in one of his conferences. She hated when he got mad at these poor people. She stepped inside the room and closed the door behind her. As Brendon looked up at her she quietly sat down in a chair and brought her knees up to her chest.
Brendon pulled on his tie as he saw Amara, loosening it around his neck. He turns away from her and looks out the window to the front yard. "Mhm yes, that'll do." Brendon nods. The tone of his voice became a little softer once Amara entered the room. He knew she didn't like him getting mad at other people. "Alright, I'll call you tomorrow. Bye." Brendon hangs up the phone and pulls it away from his ear. He brings it back down to text other people who were working with him.
Amara gets up from the chair and walks over to Brendon. She wraps her arms around his body and kisses the center of his back, getting a good whiff of his cologne.
"What?" He mumbles, the frustration in his voice from his previous call.
"Jesus, nothing." Amara says, pulling away from him. She crosses her arms as she walks in front of him and looks up at his face, examining it.
Brendon notices this and meets her eyes. "What?" He snarls.
"God, stop being so angry all the damn time." Amara says, shaking her hands. "If you don't want me here I'll just go." She starts to walk away from him when Brendon grabs her wrist and pulls her back into his arms.
"I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "I'm just stressed. What do you need?" He kisses her head and rubs her back with his hand.
Amara slowly smiles to herself. "Well, I was going to say tomorrow is Halloween."
"Already?" Brendon says, checking his watch.
"Yes. And I didn't know what you wanted to do." She shrugged.
Brendon's eyes lit up. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.
"I'll have a costume for you by tomorrow morning."
