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He remains silent, the turmoil clear on his face as he weighs up the options. Finally, he caves.
"Fine. But if things get out of hand, then that's it. I'm pulling it. God damnit, Rylee. This is going to end badly."
I laugh dryly. "Asher, it has already ended badly. You just haven't noticed it yet."
It's a pain in the ass trying to grab bits and pieces from my car trunk without taking everything out.
I end up remaking the bed, at least enough to sleep comfortably tonight, and grab some comfortable clothes out.
Mom has gone out with some friends, leaving Gareth to talk to Zayn and Blake. No one has filled me in yet and I'm struggling to see what's so bad about the twins. They seem like assholes, sure, but not anymore than Asher.
Still, something must have happened for them to have walked out six years ago. Asher is still mad at them, avoiding them while he tries to figure out how to bring them into the game.
Look, in my defence, it seemed like a good idea at the time. They offered and I need the distraction. Maybe the dares will get normal now, instead of weird sexual shit like eating nuns' pussies and blowing teacher's aids.
I'm optimistic.
Kind of.
I'm hiding in my room, scrolling on my phone. Last I saw, the twins were being questioned by Gareth, and Asher had gone for a long night run. I'm stuck in the house with four moody men, bouncing testosterone off each other. I've never seen Gareth so hostile, it's actually unnerving.
I can't even begin to think of what possible dares I could give to the twins. Or how it's even going to work. I've left Asher in charge of that, since the game was his stupid idea in the first place.
My phone pings in my hand, a text message coming through. I open it, happy to see a familiar male name that's not currently pissing me off.
Butch: Hiya Lee. Still alive?
I snort at his message, knowing that's Butch's way of caring.
Rylee: Yeah. Still kicking.
A new message comes through almost immediately and I give a little fist bump in the air.
Butch: Drinks tomorrow? V has been nagging me to organize something.
Rylee: Hell yes. I'll pop in after lunch. Can't wait.
I'm nervous to see them to be honest. It will be the first time since the attack that I've stepped inside Wheels. I know Butch doesn't blame me, but it's a strange situation to be in regardless. I'm also a bit worried about running into the Norsemen, but surely he wouldn't invite me if there was going to be danger.
We were caught off guard last time, but to be safe, I devise a plan to check with Butch or even Volts tomorrow before leaving the house.
I'm going to miss my Rebel friends when I'm gone. Maybe they can organize a ride and come visit. I'll have to talk to them about it.
I decide to bypass watching Netflix tonight, exhaustion seeping deep into my bones. It's been an emotional day, one I don't plan on reliving any time soon. Before I know it, I'm out cold, dreaming of stormy grey eyes.
I frown as I head into the kitchen.
There's no coffee pods.
The pod drawer is completely empty.
What the fuck?
I haven't come across anyone yet but I'm certain we had lots of pods yesterday.
I search the kitchen, coming up empty. I'm cursing as I walk into the pantry to get a jar of instant coffee. The stuff tastes like shit, but I'm desperate for a hit of caffeine.
Walking out of the pantry, I halt, finding Blake standing in the kitchen which had just been empty.
