“I saw we murder everyone and hope for the best,” Mitch deadpanned. The rest of the group slowly turned to stare at him, all with wide eyes, and Noah swore that out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother flinch.
“We are not going to murder anyone, Mitch,” Kiera hissed as she smacked him up the head. Mitch retaliated, and of force, Reece not so subtly cleared his throat as he glared at Mitch from across the table, who scowled but said nothing.
“Iowa isn’t a bad kid. He never speaks but he’s a good kid,” Eric said, and Noah nodded, he did agree with him.
Noah sighed as he stared at him. “Why is murder your solution to everything?”
“It works,” he replied, shrugging. “It really works.”
“But is the jail time worth it?” Ella asked, and she rolled her eyes as Mitch placed his hand on h
