The only family vixen has ever known are the Santiago's. These are the only people she would die for, and be herself around.
Now if someone were to mess with that, she will bring them hell. To her, they are the only ones that matter.
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"Thank y...
Abahahahabaabaaba I'm nervous af, like I have an idea but idk how to put it in writing and it's annoyinggg 🤸♀️🚊
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"Fuck"
💥REECE 💥
I- was going to start... But I can't. I painted my nails green today.
...This is procrastinating at its finest. 🥲
REECE ⚡️🧞♀️
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My heart pounded as we trudged through the forest. I was completely on edge and cautious, my narrowed eyes scanning the dark beyond my torch for any sign of a cabin.
As if narrowing my eyes would do shit.
I should eat more carrots.
The road only led us so-far on our scavenger hunt towards the co-ordinates. To be fair, I wouldn't expect anything less from Dominic than this remote location.
The four figure grid reference left us with a square of forest on the map to search. Not very specific but I guess it narrowed it down... slightly.
We had been walking for just over an hour through cold, mud, rain and what-ever weathering obstacle could possibly spring into God's mind at that bloody moment.
Maybe it's an sign...
nah.
Whilst also looking out for the cabin, I kept an eye on Harley. Nothing about this felt right, but honestly, when does anything ever feel right? It doesn't. But either way, Harley comes first. She always comes first; I could live without anything in the world, but if Harley goes... I'm right behind her.
A twig snapped to my left and I whirled, pointing my rifle towards the noise. Looking through the rear sight, with my pointer hovering over the trigger, I watched Harley stumble backwards a few steps.
I huffed, "Jesus Harley," I slung my rifle back around my shoulder, "I was about to blow your fucking toes off."
She bit her bottom lip nervously, "Sorry, sorry."
From my right Jay whisper-shouted, "Shut the fuck up. If there's a trap they sure as hell know where we are now." He stalked forwards, with the rest of our small group.
I ignored his fucking tone. Son of a bitch forgot who he's talking to— "Ow! Ow!" Jay shouted. I pointed my torch at him with concern.
