𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 is the twin sister of John Booker Routledge, and the daughter of John Routledge. Brooklyn has always been close to her family, but until the disappearance of her father nine months ago, she and John B are on a mis...
season one ; episode six { Parcel 9 } chapter twenty-five
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BROOKLYN HAD HER HEAD RESTED on JJ's lap with her feet kicked up on the armchair. JJ ran his fingers through her hair, tracing gentle circles over her temple and watching the brunette's eyes close and open in the soft feeling of his fingers.
They were interrupted when John B walked into the Château with a certain person on his arm, Sarah Cameron. Kiara walked out of the building to find Sarah and John B sat on the sofa on the porch.
"No effing way!" Kiara yelled. "You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?"
John B looked over at the other three for answers but all they did was shrug their shoulders and shake their heads. "Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share." JJ pointed to John B.
"You know, I don't remember taking a vote. This is our thing. A Pogue thing." She directed that towards Sarah who was giving a deadly stare.
"I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all of this." Pope intervened.
"Thank you!"
"When are you not?"
"I dunno. I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably." Pope looked down at JJ and Brooklyn.
"It's true. Most relaxed I've ever seen him."
"Awe, that's cute, guys." Brooklyn giggled.
"You know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her." Kiara continued to rant on.
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here." Sarah snapped her head over to the brunette.
"Then leave."
She scoffed, turning her head back to John B. "I told you." He met her gaze, lost for words.
"Told him what, exactly? That's you're a liar?"
"No, that you're a shit-talking bitch, Kiara."
"Oh, shit!" Brooklyn shot upwards, gasping. "My money's on Kie." JJ showed the money to Pope and Brooklyn who agreed.
"When have I lied?"
"You get somebody close to you- for like a month."
