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He was going to fucking kill Devin, Jason thought as he sat there, staring at the twins that played him so fucking well. He never should have looked beneath that bed, but he’d looked everywhere else for them and…
God, he should have fucking known better.
“We need more chocolate,” Abbi said with a firm nod as she reached over and grabbed a handful of M&Ms and tossed them into the large mixing bowl overflowing with ice cream and a shitload of toppings.
Using a mixing spoon, Dustin scooped up some ice cream, took a bite and shook his head. “More hot fudge,” the little boy that had tied him up, said as Jason laid there, seething with rage.