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He held out a finger, gesturing silence in the direction of his brothers question. He had his phone to his ear, speaking in an amusing tone towards the rather, irritated female on the other side. It had only been a few hours, but the vehicle started to wind up the driveway, the view of the manor finally appearing before them. âJust go check on the house thatâs all I am asking,â of course she was bitching. But he needed her to do him a favor, regardless if she wanted to or not. âFind her, and get her to call me, and then you may go about your day. Doesnât that sound good eh? Baby sister.â With that, he hung up the phone, placing it in his pocket. âYou could trust more, and I wouldnât have to resort to such methods.â
âIf I trusted ya more? Puh-lease, ainât like ya gave me any reason to. Ya drugged it before I even got there, ya planned this so excuuuuse me fer beinâ distrustinâ.â Cause one way or another Ren probably would have drank the alcohol so Kiba would have gotten his way. Talking about trust while he does stupid shit like that, unbelievable. He must have lost his damn head.
âThe fuck ya talkinâ to âer for?â Ren grumbled, leaning forward to the front seat. âOi, the fuck is goinâ on? Give me some answers ân maybe then ân just maybe I could start trustinâ ya more.â Renâs eyes looked outside the car to see the long driveway he most dreaded. Fucking perfect, he had woken up late. Now what was he to do? The guards wouldnât allow him to run off, neither would Kiba. He was trapped so to speak.
âThis better be quick, I got shit to do ân I ainât wanna be talkinâ to no dyinâ old fuck forever. Probâ lost his damn mind to be callinâ me here in the first place.â










