GUILTY AS CHARGED [BOYXBOY]✔️

PROLOGUE

MILES😾
My heart was beating erratically as the five of us stood in front of the prison. The building was huge and rundown. It looked old, dirty, and torn apart. I could practically feel the danger it held inside. Whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good.

I still wasn't completely sure how it was even legal to send us to this place. We were all seventeen and close to eighteen but there still has to be some law against that. It's in one of the amendments or something. None of us had any family that'd be willing to do shit about it so we were pretty much forced to suck it up and comply.

"Move your asses!" An officer barked, tugging Ian toward the building and forcing the rest of us to follow.

Draven definitely would've thrown a fit but by now they had prepared and had him sedated. I don't know what kind of drugs they gave him or what level of illegal it was but it made him oddly calm and giggly. It was weird seeing the beast in such a peaceful state compared to his usual murderous aura.

"Well, this is going to be fun," Xavier muttered under his breath.

I glanced up at him subtly. He was gorgeous. He looked slightly similar to Draven except he was kinder looking. He had the same dominating presence that demanded submission like a predator to its prey, but he had eyes a pale shade of blue. They looked soft and were so captivating. The hue contrasted with his dark skin and made the color stand out. His muscles were huge and bulging out of his shirt. He was sexy as fuck and it made my brain all fuzzy.

I couldn't help the deep attraction I had toward him. I'd never do anything about it so it didn't matter much but it was almost painful how badly I wanted him. I wouldn't do that to Ian. I already had to make up for being such a shitty friend when I avoided him because of the Nick situation.

Bros before hoes. I stuck by that. Ian was my bro and I wanted Xavier to be my hoe, but I'd bury that yearning deep inside my soul. I couldn't get with my best friend's ex no matter how much I wanted to. I already had to make it up to Ian for being such a bitch.

"Excuse me, sir, I need to pee," Mike complained as we were all guided inside.

"Good for you," the man grunted back and handed us off to a second man. This one was in a different uniform and looked like he worked here.

"Alright." He clapped his hands with a tired sigh. "Clothes off. I have to check to make sure you don't have any weapons."

"Can we do this individually?" Ian requested shyly.

"You lost all your rights the moment you walked through that door." The worker motioned toward the entrance. "The word privacy doesn't exist here. I suggest you all strip before it's done forcefully."

Thank god Draven had no idea what was going on because everyone in this building would be dead right now.

"Baby, I think you're beautiful," Draven slurred, smiling lazily at Ian before pulling his shirt off without a care in the world.

Ian's face burned red as everyone started to undress. He was incredibly insecure and it was weird to witness after being around so many shameless weirdos all the time. Nobody at St. Patrick's gave a shit about nudity, I sure didn't.

My mouth watered at the sight of Xavier's bare chest. He looked like a professional bodybuilder with a prominent definition to each of his muscles precisely. I silently begged myself not to get hard as I casually tugged my clothes off too.

"Now turn," the officer instructed as he inspected each of us thoroughly.

Ian was visibly uncomfortable, the rest of us casually complying. At least we were until the worker spoke.