(This is a sequel. Spoilers for the first book will be in this one. Read at your own discretion.)
River Finley has had a troubled childhood. Her mother was murdered by her own brother, her father killed himself in front of her, lost her brother to a...
"My head hurts." Joe told before he fell to the ground. "Me and Zack tried to not have you guys drink so much. You made out with Vix again." I stated looking to Tim. "Babe I'm sorry about it." "It's fine. I also made out with Vix." "You both are fantastic kissers." Vix admitted making us all giggle. "But who's better?" They both asked. "I'm gonna have to say Tim. Due to the fact, I've kissed him twice so I have more to compare for that." "Guess I'm kissing Vix again." Tyler joked. "We've got a long night tomorrow ahead of us.... Is Zack sleeping?" I asked "He went to his old room." "Guys." "What?" "Spence is asleep in that room." "Oh fuck!" They all exclaimed as we went to rush to move Zack without waking Spencer. 'I thought this would have gone worse.'
Even though I wasn't allowed to get drunk at these. Just spending it with my boys made it all worth it. Though sadly, the second night was more hectic to say the least.
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(The outfit River is wearing, but without the gear on it. And yes it does have pockets.)
I was looking at the list I needed to remember for Grace and Dave, when I heard a familiar voice behind me. "River!" Someone exclaimed before arms were wrapped around me. "Hey Penelope." I spoke as I turned around to face them. "How come you were here earlier then us?" Derek asked. "Grace and Dave wanted to make sure we all looked how we needed to." "What?" They all asked before I was picked up by the boys. "Titan carry!" "No Titan carry. You made us look like a auction piece last time." I told making them out me down. "This makes sense now." David told. "Why are you all matching?" Spencer asked. "It's for something we are doing." We all told as one. "Side note, Zacks not here yet." Tim stated. "That's fine." "I stole a bunch of food." Tyler told as he came over making us all grab something. "Tyler can I marry you?" I asked "Bish please. We already married." "Yas queen." "It's always strange seeing River with them." Emily told. "Also, the team knows about Scarlet now." I told "Who's that?" Tyler asked. "Chick Rio had a thing with briefly." Vix told "They didn't date or anything. Just missed timing kind of thing." Tim added. "That and the fact she had a crush on....." Joe began only for Vix to cover his mouth as Tim helped carry him away from us. "You living with them full time?" I asked Tyler to hopefully have the team move on from what they saw. "Not yet. We are still moving things into the house but I still have almost two months on my apartment. And I am not breaking my lease." "Smart move." "Really is. I absolutely love these mini puff dogs." "So good." I added. "So what do we need to do here?" Penelope asked "Basically you talk to the rich fuckers that donated to you to earn it. You also will need to talk to other rich twats to see if they'll donate more when the next round of donations go out. However, they are massive wankers and will use it as some dick measuring contest. My advice, if they don't take you seriously name drop the Hazelnut corporation. Just like that they'll take you seriously." "Why is that?" J asked "It's one of the highest corporations in the world. It has a working partnership with the Cantilever group. The two are a working force where they help the other out. Some of the swat that showed up with Grace was from the Cantilever group, the two don't fuck around. Kinda like how you guys are now under the care of the Hazelnut corporation. If shit goes wrong they will fuck shit up to make sure you all are safe." "Woah." They all spoke before Vix exclaimed. "Rio!" We all turned to look to see he was being held up by Tim. "What?!" "Our puppet has arrived!" He added before being dropped. "Let's the shit show begin!" I exclaimed.
