ZAYLA

The door swung open and two bulky men stepped in. My heart rate picked up, as if synced with the thick and heavy tension, that suddenly enveloped the room.

"Hello, brother."

My gaze shifted to the owner of the voice. I could only see his side profile, and Just like the hot guy, he was muscularly built and tall. Dressed in an onyx button-down short sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly, like it would tear the moment he tried to flex. Tucked into neatly ironed black pants, which he easily pulled off with his long legs.

"We always come at the right time, don't we, brother?" He playfully...