Prophecy Of Doom
Chapter 2:

Amara: “Karl I feel like my brother is worried sick about me. Please send him my location. Until then I’ll deal with this piece of shit.”

Guy4: “What did you just call me? You slut…you hurt my brother. You’re gonna pay for this and no one’s gonna come save you.”

Amara: “I called you a piece of shit and you’re right…no one’s gonna come to save you from me. Now let’s get this over with. I don’t have much time. My brother will be arriving soon.”

Damon: “AMARA!! What the hell happened here?!”

Amara: “What does it look like brother? You brought me here without asking if I wanted to come with you. I wanna get out of this place now. And you fucking pieces of shit...this is your first and last warning. Try anything like this again and I’ll come for all of you.”

In Damon’s head: Bringing her here was my idea. It’s my fault.

Damon: “Let’s go, the jet’s waiting. (on the jet). Are you mad at me? I’m sorry, little one.”

Amara: “It’s not your fault, Drako. I know you had good intentions.”

Damon: “I just wanted you to go out. You were in your room for two months. I was worried sick, you know it’s not normal.”

Amara: “I didn’t want you to worry about me. I’m totally fine, I promise. I was just working on something. That’s why I didn’t go anywhere in the last two months but I’ll go from now on.”

Damon: “I promise I won’t drag your ass out like I did today.”

Amara: “You better not. (in the living room)”

Maria: “Welcome home, how was your day?”

Amara: “Ask Drako. Mine was…normal as normal as it can be.”

Damon: “Good Maria. The meeting went well.”

Maria: “Good to hear that. Dinner will be ready soon.”

In Amara’s head: I should shower and change.

Amara: “Karl.”

Karl: “Yes Amara?”

Amara: “Did you find anything?”

Karl: “About what?”

Amara: “About my biological parents?”

Karl: “There’s no record, it's as if someone erased everything. I tried finding anyone who matches your appearance or eye color but no matches.”

In Amara’s head: Will I be able to find out about my parents? Will I ever know who I actually am? Or what I actually am?

Amara: “People always care about things they don’t have instead of appreciating the things they already have. Well…I’m not just any people.”

Karl: “You should focus on the things you can have…like a love life.”

Amara: “Karl, you’re funny, like really funny.”

Karl: “Every human wants to fall in love and be loved. What’s wrong with that? I’ve read ‘love can heal everything’. Who knows, it may be the solution to all your problems.”

Amara: “I’m not human and no man can handle me for more than a few minutes.”

Karl: “Why?”

Amara: “Because I’ll kick him out the minute I read his mind.”

Karl: “I know what humans say in a situation like this. ‘You’re gonna die a virgin’.”

Amara: “Gladly.”

In Amara’s head: Love is just a beautiful way to fool yourself to think you’ll have your happily ever after. But how do you know that? How can you love someone when you don’t even know if that person is gonna stay in your life? And if he’ll stay…then for how long? I tried to live that life where you love someone, plan your future together, make memories and all…twice but it didn’t last. After the accident I know I changed not just physically but mentally. How couldn’t I? I was in a coma for six months and when I woke up my world was not familiar to me at all. I saw my boyfriend being happy with his new girlfriend but I wasn’t angry at him, how could I? It was me who disappeared for six months. Every person who knew me thought I died in the accident. He deserved to be happy. I lost my boyfriend and best friend at the same time but that day…something changed in me, something I can’t undo. I stopped feeling. As if that wasn’t enough I found out I was adopted. My whole life was a lie. At least I found out the truth behind my parents’ abusive behavior. Before the accident, I was thrilled. I found a job as a computer programmer, I was about to move out of my abusive parents home. I had a caring boyfriend and best friend. Then I lost everything. I believe things happen for a reason. I found out I had a brother and a few unexplainable abilities. Drako was the one who saved my life that day when the accident happened. Because of him I got everything I have now. A successful software development company, a club but I decided to stay away from people as much as I can and Karl, an AI I designed after a few months of waking up from a coma. He’s a good companion. I believe because of my concussion my all abilities got heightened.

Maria: “Dinner’s ready, honey.”

Amara: “Coming. (somewhere in Italy in the basement)”

Robert: “No, no, no, no. Diavolo!! I…I can explain, boss.”

Ryan: “Shh, Robert. Why are you sweating so much? I’m here to talk, really. So tell me what happened to my shipment. You were in charge that day when the shipment had to come…so tell me why it’s still not in my warehouses.”

Robert: “I didn’t do anything, boss. I swear, just let me go.” Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Ryan: “You know, I didn’t wanna do this but...you gave me the wrong answer. Die motherfucker.”

Benz: “What are we gonna do now, boss?”

Ryan: “We don’t have to do anything, Benz. I already know where the shipment is. This fucker tried to sell the shipment to a cartel but they knew whose shipment it was so they refused to buy it and they informed me immediately. Luca went to bring the shipment to warehouse one.”

In Ryan’s head: No one fucks with me and expects to stay alive for long. You won’t be missed. (Ryan’s mansion in his office)

Ryan: “Luca.”

Luca: “I brought the shipment and I got the file you asked for.”

In Ryan’s head: Interesting. Damon Ariti Drakos. Best arm dealers across the world.

Ryan: “So…did he agree to do business with us?”

Luca: “No. We tried but he’s not ready to do business with us.”

In Ryan’s head: One thing I hate the most in this world is hearing the word no. As if one is challenging my authority. These kinds of people forget who they’re saying no to and I’m here to make them remember. To make them remember who Ryan Diavolo Accardi is. People call me the devil for many reasons. Not because I have Diavolo in my name.

Ryan: “I wanna have a conversation with him. Fix a meeting and I wanna know about the people he cares about the most.”

Luca: “That’s the thing boss, he has no family. I’ve heard rumors that he lives with a girl but no one has seen her other than his close circle.”

Ryan: “Rumors? I want 100% correct information on him.”

Luca: “There’s a way. Argyros is organizing the yearly Gala in New York in ten days. Damon is one of the partners of Argros. He’ll attend the gala. We also received the invitation two days ago. You can meet him there, boss.”

In Ryan’s head: We’re flying to New York. (Ryan’s room)

Ryan: “Don’t fucking try to kiss my face.”

Jazz: “I’m…sorry.”

In Ryan’s head: Damon…Damon. You better have a good reason to refuse my offer and if you wanna survive to see another day you better accept my offer at that Gala but you don’t wanna see that little girlfriend of yours suffer because of your stubbornness.

Ryan: “Turn around. Now!!”

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