Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends
"Do not slut-shame me, Chelsea. You know you wanna go home with one of these sexy bikers tonight too. Alyssa can't have all of them."
Alyssa groans, her cheeks turning pink. "Alright, enough of that. Ben looks like he wants to go find his best friend."
"Future wife," Chelsea corrects, grinning like she enjoys poking bears.
"Over my dead f-in' body," King growls, barely audible but sharp enough to cut stone.
"Agreed," Mason mutters, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
The tension in the air spikes for a beat, but Alyssa waves it off with a laugh, grabbing both of her friends by the wrist and yanking them away like they're children about to burn themselves on the stove.
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