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𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 at the three guards sitting across from him and Brenda, Thomas watches their every move as the bumps from the uneven road, rock the vehicle side to side.
𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳—
Anger bubbles inside of the boy as he shares a glance with Brenda, who sits beside him, also fuming and glaring daggers at the men watching their every move.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴?
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Blake let's a sigh leave her lips as she looks around in the darkness, finally letting her emerald orbs adjust to the dim lighting as she pushes herself to lean back against the metal wall.
"Fancy seeing you here." A familiar voice sounds from the other side, making Blake quickly snap her head to see Jorge leaning against the opposite wall, with a small smile spread across his lips.
A small chuckle erupts from Blake's chest as she shakes her head. "Touché, twinkle toes."
The older man's brows knit together at her choice of words. A chuckle leaving his lips as he also shakes his head, smiling. "Missed you, hermana.—You and that attitude."
