{Deacon’s P.O.V.}
Thanksgiving Morning
“Yo! Let’s go!” I shouted to my brothers who were still packing their stuff. I don’t know why they were packing so much when we were only going to be Las Vegas until Sunday morning. They both ran down the stairs, and we headed out to the airport. Thankfully having your own private jet comes in handy, there’s no real time frame you have to arrive.
“Las Vegas here we come!” Lucian shouted as we got in the air.
“Deacon, have you told you Shorty that we’re going to be in Vegas this weekend?” Apollo asked me.
“No,”
“Come on man, it’s been over three months,” he replied
“I f*****g know that Apollo! You think I like pretending one of my closest friends doesn’t exist!?”
“You’re not only one that has to pretend she doesn’t exist man. You don’t want us
