Zain pov
I had been pacing in front of the door to Ginger’s house, pacing back and forth, being impatient as f**k. ‘Just go in there!’ Ryan yelled at me. Honestly, if he could, I was fairly sure he’d be banging his face on something in annoyance right now.
I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. ‘He said he’d come to see me afterward, to wait, and I’m already screwing up by coming here but those texts, and the conversation...I’m just so confused,’ I said, growling in annoyance.
The large man next to me growled down at me, glaring at me from his post next to the door and I glared at him, crossing my arms as I growled back at him. “What, bro? Is Goldilocks busy, you have to guard the chicken? Don’t f*****g growl at me, I’ll grab a grill and lay your ass
