KRYAN

Chap. 31

*Kylie*

"Colton, are you just gonna sit there and sulk all day?" Asher asks.

Colton looks up with an emotionless stare. "Yes."

"I think I got something that might cheer everyone up a little," He says getting out of seat and walking towards the door.

He leaves us in silence for about three minutes and then appears with a big brown box in his hands. He pulls out a box cutter and effortlessly slices down the middle.

He smiles. "They're even better than I expected."

He pulls out an all black leather jacket and tosses it to me. "Read it."

I raise an eyebrow and read the letters going down the sleeve. The Company.

"Read the other one," he says, excitement evident in his features. He then proceeds to toss everyone a jacket and put one on himself.

Kylie is printed down the other sleeve.

"It's ok if you don't like it. It's supposed to be a gag gift anyway," He says.

"It's actually a really sweet gesture, Asher. Thank you," I beam. He could've just got three for the three of them but he took the time and money to get each of us our own.

"How is this a gag gift?" Jesse asks, putting the jacket on.

"Apparently, bad boys wear leather jackets. And people think we're bad boys," Asher says shaking his head.

More like sad boys.

Asher clears his throat. "Anyway, I just wanted you guys to know that you're part of this now and I wouldn't want it any other way."

He smiles. "And I l-"

"You love us all and we love you. Now can we watch a movie before I blow my fucking brains out," Bryan says rolling his eyes.

I whip my neck around, glaring at him. "That was so rude!"

"Seriously, who stuck a tampon up your ass?!" Jesse asks with a scowl.

Bryan flips her off.

"Apologize," I order, pointing to Asher.

Bryan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Asher asks with a smirk.

"Fuck off."

***************

The rest of the "gang" showed up at the hideout to help us prepare.

Prepare for a fight.

We ended up coming to a unanimous agreement about how we wanted to handle TGR. We know they're planning something big, but we don't know what they're planning. We wanted to be prepared for whatever.

That's why I'm in the kitchen making smoke bombs.

I cut a small hole into a ping pong ball and stick the tip of a pen inside. I then wrap aluminum foil around it securing the pen. All we have to do now is light them up and throw them.