JORDAN
I loved going out with my crew.
It would’ve been better if Z was here, but it was what it was. Bren and Cross didn’t get it. Well, Cross did, but Bren was f*****g clueless. Both had no idea the effect they had on people. They were noticed. Watched. Observed. Bren and Cross walked down the street, and it was just known that they were there. It didn’t matter if people didn’t know them. If they didn’t, people got curious. Bren was beautiful. Cross was badass. There was something they gave off, something in the air. People felt it, tuned into it, and woke.
These were my people. Mine.
I loved walking with them. I loved having their backs. I loved knowing they’d have my backs.
No one f*****g got it. None.
These people were my family. I would die for them, and they’d do the same.
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