All guns raised, pointing at him. War kept his eyes on the man in charge though, not the least bit afraid. That's our president for ya. War has always been ballsy, always been fearless, and always been loyal to the brothers.
"Don't make me do something I'll regret," the man in charge said.
War stared at him for a moment. The man was starting to sweat under his gaze. If I wasn't so damn anxious, I'd be laughing.
"Baffle just sent me a text," Psych said, his voice causal like we didn't have 20 guns pointed at us right now. "Says he hacked into the cameras in the house. We need to hurry. Now."
"Why? What's going on?" I asked in a panic.
"Deidra's in trouble," he told me.
I turned my attention back to the men. I was about to make a run for it. If they shoot me though, who's going to sa
