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 large oak door slowly opened, the hinges creaking with the noise. The small crack in between the frame and the door revealed a dark aura in front of them. Amara jumped at the sight of an eye peaking out from the door, looking at her then at Brendon.
Then, faster than the speed of light, the door opened all the way to reveal a screaming little old lady. She had dark hair tied back into a bun and an apron covering her white blouse and jeans. She was about the same height as Amara, maybe shorter, and had frail skin and bones.
"Brendon! Il mio amore!" She yelped, her arms extending out to Brendon in front of her.
Brendon smiles sheepishly and bent down to hug the old woman in front of him. "Ciao mamma" he mumbled.
Amara's breathing hitched and Brendon and her locked eyes, making him raise his eyebrows the tiniest bit. He choked on his breathing as the woman held him tighter speaking random words Amara couldn't understand.
"Oh mio dolce ragazzo!" She held his cheek and smiled up at him. "Benvenuto a casa!"
"Grazie mamma." Brendon held her hands on his face and slowly pulled them away. He motioned to Amara by his side with his eyes and whistled lowly.
The woman turned towards Amara and squealed as she shuffled over to her, arms out. She wrapped Amara in a hug and kissed her cheek. "Mia cara, Amara!" She hugged tightly.
Amara softly hugged back, looking up at Brendon who was biting back a laugh. "H-hi.." She mumbled.
"Brendon mi ha raccontato così tanto di te, mia cara!" The woman proclaimed, holding Amara by the side of her face.
Amara nodded slowly at what she was saying and sheepishly grinned. "Uhh.." She looked up at Brendon for help.
"Mom, Amara doesn't speak italian." He whispered in his mom's ear.
"MOM!?" Amara yelped.
The woman turned back around and grinned. "Brendon!" She scolded her son, hitting him on the side of the arm, making him jump back with a yelp. "Come mai non hai mai detto a questa povera ragazza che ero tua madre!?" She hit him once again, her words spitting out of her mouth at a rapid pace. "Sei stupido?!" She slapped the side of Brendon's face, making him yelp again.
"Ow!" He exclaims, holding the side of his face.
Brendon's mom turns back towards Amara smiling. "I'm so sorry for him." She laughs playfully, her strong Italian accent overthrowing her words. "He's sometimes very stupid." She looks back at him with a glare, making him step further away from her and lean up against the wall.
