What you were doing last night?
Kissing her on the forehead, he led her across the foyer and through the archway into the land of pool tables, sofas, and a wide-screen big enough to host a drive-in movie.Check it, we made CNN, someone said as that TV flared to life.
Sure enough, up on the tremendous screen, security cam footage of the Mercedes going Die Hard through that lobby was on an endless loop. Then came a statement from a police officer who was involved in the chase. And a witness from somewhere or another.Trez nodded a hello to Rhage and Manny. Lifted his palm to V and Butch. Sidled up with his female next to Z and Bella.Lot of coverage, somebody else said ruefully.
Even Selena’s excitement got dialed down quickly, as if seeing for herself what everything looked like made it all very real.When the vestibule’s inner door was opened, Trez was dimly aware of a cold draft shooting into the room. And then a moment later, a hand landed on his shoulder.
As he twisted around, iAm was behind him.
Oh, hey, man. He went to embrace his brother, only to recoil. What the fuck is that smell?I hate it when you do that! Can’t you see I don’t want a choice?!
I narrowed my eyes. What the fuck did that mean?Cut chuckled. You want us to take full responsibility for what’s happening to you, is that right? When will you admit that you’re the same as us? Doing something willingly doesn’t mean you’re going to hell, pretty girl. But fighting us at every step doesn’t mean you’ll go to heaven, either.
I waved my hand, openly revealing the tattoos on my fingertips. Your choice, Nila. Own free will or restraints.Nila visibly trembled. A curtain fell over her face, blocking all thoughts.