#Chapter320

Bring it on, little man

Mack

After pulling up to the house, we got out of the car. Zane looked at me. “You know it’ll piss them off,” Zane reminded me.

“Yeah, but what else is new? When aren’t they pissed?” I asked, unfazed.

“If I die, I want an enormous party after my funeral,” Zane told me.

“You’re not dying. Stop being so overdramatic,” I said to Zane, rolling my eyes.

“You’ve never seen Leo pissed,” he mumbled as he followed me into the house. I swear girls have nothing on guys with dramatics.

We heard much screaming, yelling, and things crashing into the wall. I looked at...