âHere, hold this. I showed you the controls, Quinn, if you f*ck this is up, our lost will be on your
head.â
âl...Why? You're forcing me to play, and now you want to blame me if you lose.â
âI'm not forcing you...you can choose not to play if you want...but either way, you're playing.â
âThat's forcing me, Zayd.â
âI said it's not.â He forced the controller in her hand and then looked at the screen in front. âPlease
don't forget how to shoot, we have to take off that brat's head.â
"Don't call me a brat, you little girl.â
âI'm going to tape your mouth and then drown you in the shower.â
âMouth talk...if I win, I want a hundred bucks...no, two hundred. Josh wants extra cash too.â
âTwo hundred bucks, my ass. I'm giving you a hundred, fifty for him and fifty for you.â
âThat isn't fair, and you know it!"
âThen if I win, what will you give me, Bella?â
âI hate you...for real this time.â
âIt's life, people love you, and they hate you...and frankly I don't care.â He reached for Quinn's hand,
pulling her up. âKeep your end of the deal. Come on, Quinn.â
Quinn sighed. âStop, Zayd...I really canât with you guys.â She turned to Isabella. âYou were good,
better than this big, cUte and heartless beast. I want you to teach me how to play tomorrow.â
âBut the deal was to stay awa~"
âDon't listen to him, you can come see me whenever you want.â Quinn gave her a small smile before
succumbing to Zayd who pulled her outside in rush. âDid you just call me cute again?â
âl didn't...â
âNo, you did. I heard you clearly.â
Quinn laughed. âYou heard wrong, I called you what you told me to; a heartless beast.â
âYou can't fool me...either way, why are you spoiling that child?â
âShe's cute.â
"Cute and mannerless.â Zayd huffed.
"Either way, sheâs cute.â
"Don't be friends with her, she sets traps for your mates, she wants to see me dead.â
"She might set traps, but we both know that little girl loves you too much to want you dead. Instead
of cursing, why donât you guys just hug each other?â
âBecause that's just...â
âI know, I know...it's embarrassing. So let's just leave them be.â
âLeave them be? Wait here a minute.â He pushed Isabella's door open again and walked inside. âIt's
time to run on home, Joshie.â
âBut we're not done..." Isabella persisted.
âEither way, heâs going home...I donât want to see you in his room or find him in yours. Who knows
what you guys do behind closed doors.â
Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose, honestly frustrated...was that really how a brother should
treat a sister?
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