{15.2} Yell

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{Aspen's POV}

When you find yourself in a pickle that I am currently finding myself in, you probably shouldn't do what I do.

"But you see, Monsieur manhandling is not kind." I tell the big guy with an iron grip around my bicep.

"Shut your mouth."

"You remind me of someone, you know? They ended up with with a jabbed neck and a bullet in the brain." I explain, "oh what was his name again?" I look away thinking.

I'm brought outside our mansion to where the rest of a large army of sorts is standing. No one on my team is in sight, as in my brothers, their associates, etc.

An old man with graying hair steps forward and looks me in the eyes. I return his stare, hoping to challenge him a little bit.

"You're much different than I imagined." The old man states, a few feet in front of me now.

My attention is caught by a few young men talking in the background. They have their guns strapped around them lazily and they have their handguns pointed down. They really suck at their job it seems.

Oldy takes a quick glance at what I'm looking at and the young men look towards us. They really can't be older than 18. Just for kicks, I stick the finger at one of them and he raises his eyebrows.

Oldy looks back at me and I look at him. He reaches his hand out for a handshake and I look down at it.

"I'm Romy, Romy Donne."

"EDGER" I say suddenly, looking at the big buff dude who still has his hand around my bicep. "Yes, his name was Edger." I nod my head, happy that I remembered, "Maybe you're related or something."

{24 Hours Earlier}

Sorin keeps pestering me about Arlo. Not Arlo specifically because I refuse to give up the name, but my crush nonetheless.

Ever since him and Alani got back Sorin has not shut up about my crush, and now Alani knows about it too. 

I don't imagine it will be long before the rest of the house knows.

But you know, if they're going to find out and get angry anyways, I might as well give them a real reason to get upset. 

I pick up my phone and search for probably the most used contact on this thing.

Just as I'm about to press call, the screen lights up from a call. 

A call from him.

{Arlo's POV}

"Did Alani send details about the meeting?" Trev asks.

"If you could even call them that." I groan, leaning back in the office chair. Trev gives me a curious look and I continue, "Alani said I would be on a video call with one of the leaders at an hour which he decides."

"The f*ck does that mean?" Osirus asks, laying on a leather couch, much too small for him. 

Or should I say Buttface, as Aspen likes to call him.

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