↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈 ー 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞

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Wearing a curious and pensive expression, Sierra drops onto one end of the couch with her arms draped across the back of it. Watchful eyes wandering over the men too preoccupied in staring at their phones.

"It's Halloween in a couple days. What's everyone wearing?"

"We should all coordinate!" Hope exclaims.

"I'm going as myself." Grayson leans his elbows behind him to support his weight.

"Seriously?"

"I'm not one for costumes."

"You can't make an exception for one year?" Sierra's head tilts but he doesn't buy into her persuasive puppy eyes this time, much to her misfortune.

"Am I not terrifying enough for you?"

She sighs. "Kaden?"

"What do you think?"

"You're both so boring." Hope folds her arms.

"Actually, Halloween is boring," Grayson replies.

"Guess it'll just be me and Hope dressing up."

"I just had an amazing idea." She grins from ear to ear. "We need to go shopping."

"Well these two lumps aren't in the mood so may as well. Tell me on the way." Sierra grabs her keys.

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The thumping music sends powerful vibrations running through the walls of the house, close friends of the Roman's and Diego's united under one roof to enjoy the upbeat atmosphere.

Neon lights flashing from green to red to purpleー all the colours of the rainbow. Women in revealing attire are positioned on podiums dotted throughout the downstairs area, some twirling around silver poles in time with the beat while others kneel to engage with the guests around them.

"Ay man." Diego beams. "You should throw parties more often."

"I'm considering it."

Eiza puts her arm over her husband's shoulder. "You. Where is my best friend? Also where the hell is my kid?"

"Yeah." Diego frowns. "Where's my sis?"

"Oh dear God." Grayson gawks at the trio strutting between dancing bodies that part so a path is formed. Intrigued, the others turn to follow his gaze.

Temporary tattoos stain their torsos, arms and the space above their brows. Thick curls bouncing with each step and billowing beyond their shoulders, contacts icy grey and fixated on the speechless brothers as they approach.

Combat trousers with chains reflecting under the flashing lights. Mesh corset tops showing off their chests and hugging their curves for all to admire. Guns and knives strapped to them via harnessesー real as opposed to fake to finish the look.

Kaden's mouth hangs open when Sierra stands before him. She takes the drink from his hand and gulps it down without looking away from his eyes. "Sorry we're late." She swipes her thumb across her bottom lip. "Had some business to take care of."