Brandon
He was lying in his bed. Ready. Any sounds, any feelings of distress. He had his shoes on, shorts, and a t-shirt. But really, he was more inclined to shift, if anything.
He could hear their voices low in the next room. Well, one voice, mostly. Yeah, Justin. What the f**k was his thing with dominating over women?
And she was so tangled in her lies she wasn’t even keeping her own s**t straight.
Because you don’t want to lie to me, Z. Just be f*****g honest.
She wasn’t gonna leave him, she was gonna stay.
She apparently murdered some guy for her sister.
So… now that it was all said and done with whoever her dad promised Ayanne for… why not leave Justin? Did she not know how to get away from him?
Wait.
He shot up in bed.
Wait one damn minute.
First of all, she was there
