My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Sorry ladies, we got called into the weekend training, so it’s a light and early night for us. Maybe next time.” Dakota said as the five guys turned around and started ushering us up the lit pathway before anyone else could argue.

“Damn, that was brutal” Sam let out under his breath before we even made it through the path opening. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved the two-female body shot, we will definitely be revisiting that situation, but did anyone else feel like the whole night just tanked as soon as the party got too big?” “First, over my dead body are taking a shot off my sister and second yes. I don’t think it’s ever been like that before.” Mateo says

I realize they are talking in code and I am smart enough to know who is the reason for the code, but at the same time I don’t know why.

The twins say goodbye to us from the back patio and say they will drive us all to training in the morning. Also a new situation, because I’m pretty sure I was included in that invitation, but we will see come morning. Once we get to the front Mateo, Sam, Sierra and I split off toward our side of the packhouse and Oliver starts walking to the other side towards his house. He shouts over his shoulder that we will leave at 6am sharp so none of us should be late, no matter how long it takes some of us to say goodnight.

I started openly laughing at the insinuation and then again at the look on Sam’s face. I hugged Sierra goodnight at the end of our sidewalk and she and Sam kept on walking to her house. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

snack. All I had was soda and water and I was starving. I walk into the dimly lit kitchen,

came running in and grabbed my shoulders pulling me behind him protectively looking around for what scared

looked at my dad and had to force an eye roll back. I stepped around my brother to fully face my dad. “After school I showed the new girl, Sierra, around and then we were

I was lying. My hands balling into fists at my sides to curb the anger. I never do anything out of line, always his perfect little beta daughter, but worth nothing to him other than an image

She’s been with us the whole time. It was the annual back to school bonfire.” Simple explanation that would have gotten me a smack

He asks looking

room. I hear the loud scrape of the chair, knowing my father will rush to yell at me for my back talk, little girls don’t back talk,