THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Fuck off! Let go of me—what's your problem?!" Kieran's face was storm-dark as he wrenched his arm free, glaring at his twin, who was already halfway to the rental's back lot.
"He told me to grab condoms—come with me, for fuck's sake!" Kidd rubbed the back of his neck where Kieran had smacked him, stopping short to match his brother's glare.
"You're the one he ordered—why drag me into this mess?!" Kieran snapped, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Kidd scratched his head, raising a brow. "Is that not allowed? Better than hanging around to watch them go at it, yeah?"
Kieran fell silent, then let out a frustrated huff that rattled his chest. "Fine. But where the hell are we going? We should've eaten first. You're such an idiot."
"Me?! How is this my fault? You were the one hiding in the kitchen!" Kidd shot back, jaw tight with defiance.
If looks could kill, Kidd would've been six feet under—Kieran's stare was sharp enough to slice through metal.
