Adrian
Damn, she was so fuckin hot. The guys were having their own problems this morning. They wouldn’t discuss what went down at the party or after it on Sunday morning with Arianna’s friends. We’d discussed separating them beforehand, so the twins could get into her friend’s heads and make them putty in their hands. Guess the large amounts of drink they’d given them hadn’t amounted to much or helped them in any way. Because they looked like dogs who lost their bones. I’m not even sure if Arianna had spoken to them about the twins and if she’d tried to poison their minds again, not them, but whatever it was, didn’t look healthy to either of them. “You guys ok?”
“A lot in my mind, man.”
“Both of you?”
Zane shrugged.
“Guess so,” Malik mumbled.
Well, this is going to be a good day, not
