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Chapter 3

Amara

I got in the car with my brothers who I didn't even know existed until yesterday. I was on edge and alert, my leg bouncing as we drove through the city. "So, bambina, what's your favorite color?" Emiliano asked. It seems they do speak Italian and I'm fluent in Italian and Russian also a bit of Spanish. The things you teach yourself when you can't do anything else.

"Bambina?" Emiliano asked, looking through the rear-view mirror at me.

"Hm?" I asked, sitting up straighter and removing my head from the window.

"I asked what your favorite color was," he repeated.

"Oh," I thought for a second. I would just get through the car ride with no difficulties if I just didn't make a remark. Right. Yes. "Green," I answered.

"Why green?" Lorenzo asked to which I shrugged. I knew the reason. It reminded me of outside. I was never able to go outside too much unless at school or my short few months of work. I loved being outside. The trees, plants, animals or even the honeybees. Funny, I know. This dark exterior of a girl liking the outdoors.

Before I knew it, we had pulled up to the airport. I didn't even know where we were going. "We're going to New York. Now come on, let's get to the jet," Emiliano said, holding out his hand for me to take which I didn't. I could tell they were a bit shocked about me, but I wasn't some warm, bubbly girl with the perfect life and family.

I thought he just meant plane when he said jet but no, it was a jet. A matte black jet. It was beautiful. I wonder if they have any cool cars. That would be awesome. Even a motorcycle! I love riding. It makes all your worries disappear. Well, unless you crash.

There were guards by the plane who all saluted to my brothers. The fuck? They must be loaded because they even have guards. We boarded the plane and it was pretty nice inside. I watched my brothers sit down and sat in the opposite corner of them in one of the booth like seats.

I still didn't trust them and wouldn't drop my guard.

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Emiliano

I went and sat down next to Lorenzo who pulled out his laptop. "Hey," I said. "Do you think Amara is acting a bit...strange?" I lowered my voice so only we could hear and asked.

Lorenzo shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she just doesn't trust us yet and is in her teenage rebellious faze," he said.

I didn't really think so but let it go anyway. I hadn't missed the way she flinched at the police station and the way she looked so dull and lifeless and the way she was tense and always had her guard up.

I guess only time will tell.

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Amara

I fought sleep the whole six hours to New York. My body was exhausted and in pain from earliers beatings and I couldn't get to my pain killers right now so I just had to suck it up.

Eventually, the plane landed and my brothers got up to which I followed. They got their bags down and mine because I was too short to reach. I flung it over my good shoulder and we exited the plane.

There sat a black Audi R8 with black SUV's surrounding it. How many guards did these people need? Also, how loaded are they?

We got in the car without a word and I sat in the back. The whole drive was silent and I could see the cars following behind us and in front of us. Almost like escorts.