Who?” he simply says, his chest rising and falling, as he takes breaths to calm himself. He did the same thing after Ben. “Jesus Christ Draven, does it matter?” “Yes!” His roar echoing through the trees, making me jump. “No!” I push him again, as hard as I can. “It doesn’t! I can’t touch him, and neither can you! Nobody can.” He’s too high up in his career, there are far too many people that watch out for this man, for anyone to get within a fucking hair’s width of him. This is the first time I’ve spoken about it to anyone other than my best friend. I’ve known this guy less than forty-eight
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