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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It was late at night when Brendon finished his meeting. He walked his men out and thanked them all for coming before rubbing his hands over his tired eyes and locking his front door. He moved his wrist up to his face to look at his watch, reading the time. It was almost 11 p.m.
Brendon groaned and loosened his tie around his collar. He ran a hand through his hair before walking into the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and got his favorite coffee mug, pouring leftover coffee in it from this morning. He completely disregarded putting his regular shot of Bourbon in this time, as he needed all the caffeine he could get.
His leather shoes clicked on the hard floor beneath him as he carefully walked, trying not to spill his beloved coffee. Brendon felt his phone buzz in his pocket, making him retrieve it and unlock it, reading a text message.
Trying his best to be quiet, Brendon approaches his office and stopped. He concentrated hard on the long paragraph he just got sent and turned his back to his office door, opening it with his elbow. He turned to walk inside and squinted his eyes at the text he was reading, making sure not to skip a line.
Brendon sniffed and held the phone up close to his face, getting agitated at what he was reading. Another example of why he preferred phone calls.
He did a mental eye roll and jumped when he heard someone clear their voice.
Brendon eyes slowly looked up, off of his phone. His eyes almost bulged out of socket at what he saw in front of him.
Amara sat on his desk with her legs crossed modestly and her hands at her sides, making her perch up. Brendon almost dropped his mug as his mouth hung ajar, staring at her.
Amara shifted on his desk and looked up at him. "So.." She said, looking off to the side. "this is awkward.." she stifled a laugh.
brendon held his mouth open and slowly closed it "I-you-um—we can— I—" Brendon stuttered.
He never stuttered.
Amara smiled at him and blinked slowly. "Are you going to do something or just stutter?" She joked.
Brendon panted and looked at her body. "How'd you—" He clears his throat. "How'd you find that?"
She shrugged. "It was in one of your drawers."
Brendon nodded his head as he licked his lips. He powered off his phone and tossed it to the side of the room, landing softly on a nearby chair. He set down his coffee mug and quickly started to unbutton his shirt, still staring at one specific part on her body.
