Ethan

So everything's worked out now?

We're all going to stay here and put our two groups together, just like that?

We have to get along with them? The people we've been preparing to fight for weeks? The people who stood by and watched Rose go through everything alone?

I hate this Disney fairytale shit.

My eyes gaze at the white cream wall above me. I groan and stuff my face into a pillow.

Why's it so easy for everyone else?

It took me years to fully trust the people in my gang and now I'm forced to get along with about 100 more people. How did I agree to this? Why did I?

I punch the pillow.

It was probably because I wanted Ryder to be fucking chill. He loves Rose so much, but he also has a strong attachment to his boys, making him choose between family felt wrong. It still does feel wrong to even consider.

I don't even mind this place, it's just its forced atmosphere that's suffocating me.

Those Mafia people look at us like we don't understand simple shit, like fighting or fucking drug deals. It makes me crazy.

The fuck do we look like, civilians?

I sit up and grip the pillow.

What will it take to get a little fucking respect from these guys? Cause give it a week and I'm sure I'll end up doing to them what we came here to do to them anyway.

A knock sounds from the door.

"Hey? It's Lily. Can I come in?"

The scrawny 15 year old looking girl?

Rose probably sent her.

"Yeah."

The door opens and she slips in, shutting it behind her. She tucks her chestnut hair around her ear as she walks and plops herself on my bed.

I stare at her.

"What do you want?"

She crosses her legs and sits like a grade schooler, flashing a smile at me.

"I want to be friends." She says.

"Friends?" I ask, leaning back on my head board.

"Yeah, Rose said I should get to know all of you and I've already visited Lucas and Caleb, called that Will guy, and now it's your turn." She grins harder.

Let's get this over with.

"What do you want to know?"

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