“Don’t talk to me like that!” I shout back. “I said, get in the goddamn car!” “Dax—” York starts, flicking his gaze between us. He pulls off his leather gloves too, discarding them and cracking his knuckles. Fuck, are they about to go head to head? They never fought like this when we were kids. “Shut the fuck up, York.” Dax snaps then glares at me. “Get in. NOW!” “And what if I said screw you? What if I said, I’m done with tonight? I’m DONE!” I shout, unable to help myself. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’m fucking emotionally drained to the point of collapse. I literally can’t take anymore. “I’d say
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