☆Lauren☆
Pretty sure I'm wearing Grayson's hoodie because it engulfs my body. It literally reaches just above my knee cap. I put my hood up and follow them from a safe distance.
I step on a stick causing it to make a loud cracking noise. The guys freeze up ahead and I dart right into a bush. Ow....
"Someone's following us," Grayson whispers.
Shit.
"No one's following us. Relax. Come on, we can't be late," he then ushers the guys moving forward.
I release a breath. I'm in the clear.
I step out of the bush and brush the leaves off of me. I see them walk into a small bar at the end of the street.
Huh?
They're going to a bar this late at night? I wait for it to be safe before I walk in. The bar is completely empty. Not a single soul in the building.
They enter a door labeled supply closet. What the hell are they doing in a supply closet?
I slowly open the door and my eyes widen. There is a staircase and a hallway that wraps around the corner.
"Password?" I hear.
"Black Box," I hear come from Grayson. Then it's silent.
I make my way down the stairs and turn the corner. I freeze when I come face to face with the buffest man I've ever seen. He's wearing all black and is crossing his arms making his arms look bigger if that's even possible.
"Pull your hood down," he says in a deep voice. I slowly pull the hood down and he lets out a low laugh. "Little girl, this isn't a place for you," he scoofs.
"Say's who?" I cross my arms mimicking his position. "Says me," he sternly says.
"What's your name?" I ask him. "No wait let me guess!" I shout and he eyes me weirdly. "Diego?" I draw out. His eyes widen.
"Oh my gosh I was right wasn't I!?" I exclaim and he cracks a small smile. I can tell he's amused by this. "Well Diego, I'm Lauren. Now can you let me in? Thanks," I say walking towards the door behind him.
He places his hand on the middle of my face and nudges me back. My jaw drops open and he's grinning widely. Asshole...
"No password, no entry," he says going back into his intimidating stance. "Oh! Easy, Black Box," I grin. He looks taken back, not expecting me to know the password. "Still can't let you in," he shrugs his shoulders.
"Why! That's the password!" I yell. "I have to check with my boss, usually girls aren't allowed in here," he responds.
What exactly is inside? And why can't girls go in?
"Who's your boss?" I ask him. "The Brookes" he states.
My eyes widen. Hold up....What!?
"Well Diego, as your boss, I demand you to let me in," I smirk. "You're not my boss," he laughs. "My full name is Lauren Brookes," I explain. He shakes his head. "They don't have a sister," he says.
"They do," I tell him. Remembering that I brought my wallet I take it out of my pocket and pull out my ID. I hand it to him and he looks over it. His eyes narrow in on it and then he proceeds to pull out some LED light and shines it on my ID.
He seriously thinks it's fake?
"Well I'll be damned," he chuckles.
He hands me my ID and then opens the door behind him.
YOU ARE READING
Reunited
Teen FictionWhen a letter pops up from Lauren's deceased mother, she's thrown into a world of money and power. Shipped off on a plane ride from small town Michigan to The Golden State California, she meets 5 brothers she never knew she had. And these brothers...