" Well, this turned to s**t quickly ", Conrad so wisely and sarcastically said behind my back as I beat the s**t out of the punching bag, infront of me. I grunted , rolling my eyes as I swung and hit the busted thing a few more times, splitting the leather. " No s**t Sherlock f*****g Holmes " I hissed , pissed at the stupid bag for giving way and splitting and his stupid self. " How do we make this right ? " he asked to my back. I grit my teeth together , trying my best to hold in my temper.
" We don't, " I huffed. " Wait, did you just say we aren't doing anything? Both those girls figured this out within just a few weeks. f**k that a few minutes once they got fully into our domain. They know they're our mates and you say we do nothing " he asked in disbelief.
" That's right , we do not
