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“I was homeschooled, asshole,” I grumble in response, but that doesn’t deter him.
“How old are you?”
“Isn’t it a little fucking late for that question?” I hiss, rising to my feet as he comes to a stop in front of me so we’re almost toe to toe.
“How. Old. Are. You?” The muscles in his neck bunch as he flicks his gaze between Gray and me.
“I’ll be twenty-four on March twenty-first.”
He definitely doesn’t appreciate my sass as he squints even harder at me. “You don’t fucking look twenty-three.”
Throwing my hands up in the air, I glance at Gray who remains in his spot with his fingers wrapped around his controller. The confusion in his eyes tells me this isn’t normal behavior for Axel, but it’s also not his place to step in.
Not that I would want him to anyway. That would likely piss me off more.
“Tell me who your parents are.” It’s not a question, a request, or anything remotely resembling the politeness you see in common decency.
Nope. It’s a demand. But he’s shit out of luck.
“I don’t know,” I reply with another shrug, and he scoffs at me as Gray rises at my side.
“But you said your mom…” Gray’s words trail off as his brows knit, and I’m starting to get a fucking headache from all of the stress.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I take a deep breath. “She wasn’t my biological mom, she was just…”
I trail off, hating to repeat the same speech over and over again.
“She was what?” Axel grunts, getting straight to the point again.
“She was a club whore, okay?” The room falls quiet for a moment. Gray winces at my words as Axel continues to drill holes into my skull. “And where is she now?”
I glance from Gray, to Axel, and back to Gray again before I answer. “She’s dead.”
“Of course she is, and what did the fucking whore die from?” Axel grinds, lowering his head so we’re eye to eye, and it makes my chest tighten with anger and pain.
“Overdose.”
Gray inhales; a reminder of last night likely flashing through his mind, but it doesn’t affect Axel in any way, shape or form.
I’m the villain here, the target for his tongue-lashing, and he won’t see shit past that at this moment.
“Are we done here? I wasn’t expecting a trip down memory lane today and it’s fucking exhausting to say the least.” I fake a yawn, taking a step back so I can fucking breathe, but the beast of a man doesn’t relent, edging closer.
“I’m not fucking done with you. I have questions and you’re going to answer them.”
This time, it’s my turn to scoff as I plant my hands on my hips. “So you can dish it out but you can’t take it?”
“There’s nothing to know about me.” He’s so sure in his words, irritating me even more that I don’t give a shit about what the guys said last night, he’s pissed me off too much now.
Cutting the distance between us, I wag my finger in the air, but before I can open my mouth, Gray’s hand is wrapping around my wrist as my name falls from his lips. “Scar.”
It’s a warning, one I heed, but the interaction obviously doesn’t skip past Axel.
“Why is he saying that, why the fuck are you saying that?” His anger is clear in his heated gaze, but I slip my wrist from Gray’s hold and point the tip of my finger in Axel’s face, making sure to not actually touch him.
“You want to bring up my past, my history, that I want nothing to do with. You don’t seem like the kind of guy who would appreciate the same.” I know I’m saying utter bullshit, trying to cover up what I was about to say, but it surprisingly works better than I expect when he storms toward the window without a backward glance.
“Fuck you,” he bites out, but I don’t reply until I’m near the door, needing as much distance as possible from him.
