Aaron's POV
" Dude I think we lost them." Dean said as he sat on the floor trying to catch his breath.
"You're stupid you know that?" Dean muttered as he was trying to calm down his heartrate.
"Who the hell makes a bet with the Second in command of the west clan? you obviously have a death wish!" Dean usually never came with me to any of these poker games but today he decided he wanted to come because well I actually didn't know his reason. He just said he was "bored"
"Alright you good? Let's head back to the club" the club was just our house but since we live with our g**g members we called it a club. We got back and saw Mark and instantly regretted the fact that we didn't sneak in through the back door.
"Ah f**k. I told you we should've snuck in through the back!" Dean whispered but
