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I release her and give her a little shove “Get the fuck out, Peyton, before I get really pissed Who knohat I’ll do to you if that happens”

She can’t get away froh Peyton knohat I’h a self-destructive phase after discovering what my father and Callahan were up to Before I decided to channel that rage into taking thery motherfucker Scare tactics aside, I would never intentionally hurt a woman—I watched my father do it too uys to a bloody pulp in an underground fighting ring

As Peyton’s Ferrari peels out of the driveway, Bent and Reed pull up

I nod as they exit Reed’s new DB 11 “’Sup?”

Both guys offer up a fist buet to the back

“Daddy Davenport around?” Bentley asks

“Nah” I gesture for them to follow me The pool house is off-limits to the staff unless I’m in school, so it’s one of the only places I feel co this discussion

When we get there, Reed switches on the big screen, tuning it to the NFL Nethile Bent hooks his phone up to the speakers and starts blasting some Post Malone bullshit

I open the fridge and toss a beer to each of them

“Why was Little Miss Priss here?” Bentley asks “I thought you shut that shit dohile ago”

“I did” I take a few gulps of beer “That doesn’t stop her froh”

Reed barks out a laugh “What’s her problem now?”

“One guess” I flop on the couch and kick my feet up on the coffee

table

“Ah, jealous of Jazzy Jazz, is she?” He throws his head back and groans “Goddairl out of my mind”