Lyla

Lyla POV:

"You okay there, L?" Alana asked as we made our way to the twin's cabin.

The area had security everywhere and was exactly the kind you would see in movies. Men tall as hell, clad in black, with earpieces and sunglasses, standing as statues, but one order away from pouncing to kill. Guess the movies weren't exaggerated after all.

"Yeah, just wondering what your brothers want now," I whispered

"I'm sure it's just something dumb." Replied Alana, not making eye contact with me.

I stopped midway, which had Alana stop and turn to me as well, confusion written on her face.

"A, you're my friend, my best friend actually, and because of that, I trust you, and I know you wouldnt lie to me..." I started, making sure she was paying attention. She was, but I could tell she was nervous. Alana nodded her head for me to continue,

"...I know your brothers are playboys. There hasn't been a model or high-rankled socialite; they haven't been seen with it, but this weird obsession they have with