“The matching yellow Lambos? The drag racing? Running over my ex-boyfriend with your car? The tattoos? Stealing the staff's keys? Fighting in illegal MMA fights?” “Whoa, whoa, whoa, first of all, it was Tobias that ran that cum stain Cody over with his car. Second … uh, second …” Micah flicks his belt aside and then reaches up to rub at his chin, eyes flashing with amusement. “Yeah, okay, fine, the bad boy label was fair.”
