Chapter 50 Horrible Best Friend
- Weston
- “Who thinking about putting a bullet in now, Wessie?” Lachlan asks, draping his arm over my shoulders and leaning against me. My best friend can read me like a book. Though I’m fairly certain my resting bitch face is none existent, my face shows exactly what I’m thinking.
- “You know who, Lockie,” I reply to him. He hums under his breath.