Mwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You'll see why the evil laugh has arrived later . . .
Anyway, I'll try at keep this babble short. This chapter is mainly in Andrés POV and honestly no me gusta, but whatever. It was done because I didn't want to get into people's feelings too much just yet and I mean, c'mon, Andrés doesn't really have a lot of depth yet. So, this chapter is important but don't kill me if you think, like i kinda do, it's in the wrong POV. There's a reason, so patience grasshoppers xoxoxox
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CHAPTER SEVEN
NIALL'S POV
Arianna was still sulking, but she was trying to hold it in so we let her carry on as we drove over to the supposedly sleepy town of Haywater, in which around twenty-five percent of the population was Wolves and all of those were in Preston's pack.
“Jailbait, baby, I can make you happy,” Andrés looked at her, his face the epitome of genuine concern and care for her.
“Really?” she asked, her voice as empty as her blank expression, but she had still raised her head for the first time in an hour so it was an improvement I guess.
“Sure,” his usual smirk formed, “Just give me five minutes and a condom, babes.”
Me an Colin both glared at Andrés, not at all surprised to see it had mysteriously rained inside the car and he was soaked, whilst Arianna had her head back down and was sighing.
“When you've stopped harrassing Arianna perhaps you could read the map and tell me where we're going?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.
“Sure thing O Mighty Alpha,” Andrés replied whilst rolling his eyes, “Don't get your knickers in a twist, hombre, it's all good. Okay so . . . We are . . .” He started to read the map infront of him.
“Nearly there.” Arianna cut in. “Take a left here and we'll reach the welcome sign.”
“How do you -” Colin asked before cutting himself off. “Sorry,” he looked sheepishly at Arianna, “Stupid question.”
Ari are you going to be okay with this? I mind linked her.
Sure. I'm fine. She linked back quickly. Just, y'know, p*ssed off with Preston still.
Understandable, Jailbait. But remember you aren't who you were a year ago.
I know, I could feel her inner sigh, I'm stronger. And I have you guys for support.
True, Dollface.We'd do anything for you.
Thanks Niall.It means a lot to me.
It's okay, Ari, anytime. I smirked as I turned left and linked her But not if it includes watching The Notebook again. Then you're on you're own.
She laughed out loud, causing the other two to look at her strangely but when I joined in they nodded and relaxed, realizing I had been mind linking her.
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