At the age of 17 Mariana Deliro is given a multi-million dollar company, by who? That's anyone's guess. Money may seem like a blessing but don't be fooled, it's a curse in disguise. With money comes: lying, deceit, betrayals and even a twisted myste...
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Mason's POV:
After paying the cashier I walk out of the shop, the cone holding the cookies and cream ice cream in my hand.
In my perhibital vision I see 3 figures crouched behind a decorative bush.
That's weird but totally something Wes would do.
Whoever they're looking at, they're making it blatantly obvious for anyone passing by.
Wait.
That really is something that Wes would do.
I look directly at them. The black curls on the head of the person on the right, telling me what I already knew. Wes. Of course it is.
What is he up to now?
I walk closer to the trio and figure out that it's Marley and Dean accompanying him.
"What are we doing?" I ask, putting my head inbetween Marley and Wes so that I can see who they're watching properly.
Wes, obviously not aware of my presence until I spoke, let's out a screech with his eyes wide. He quickly puts a hand over his mouth to hide the noise and tumbles to the ground in shock.
Marley gasps in shock and Dean looks at me with wide eyes until he notices it's only me.
Wes gets back up quickly and back to his original position behind the bush with a hand over his heart.
"No time to explain." He says as a guy in their line of vision walks out of the door with a takeaway bag in his hand.
When all three of their eyes follow him, mine do too.
Once he's far enough away the three of them take off running all at once with not a word spoken.
"Come on." Wes shouts over his shoulder to me.
I follow after them and catch up just as they all jump in the car.
"Keys?" Wes says panicked from the front seat.
Dean, who's sat next to me in the back quickly hands them to him and Wes starts driving.
Wes swerves down the road, following the same guy. He sharply turns the corners and we get shwooshed around, I'm barely able to hold onto my ice cream.
"Who the fuck let Wes drive?" I ask.
"He did." Marley says, pointing in the back with her thumb. Her body is stiff and with one hand she holds tightly onto the door.
"Rule number one, never let Wes in the drivers seat." I state.
"Number 2, don't break my car." Dean pleads.
"Our car." Marley corrects. "But still don't break it."
We suddenly come to a stop, everyone flying back at the sudden force of the stop.
