KING ARLO'S POV
"Shut the f**k up!" I yelled again, hitting the brakes and coming to a screeching halt. The force sent him flying off the seat and hitting hard on the floor. He let out another painful grunt, but it was soon replaced by one of his drunk laughs.
"Why? Does the truth hurt?" He slurred, groaning at the end of his words. "You stole Jordy from me. Doesn't that make you a thief?"
"Just one more word." I took a deep, deep breath. "Say one more stupid word and I'll damn the consequence and hurl you into the street. I don't give a s**t if you die or live."
I just realized how huge a mistake it was to offer to take his drunk ass home. Ever since we drove off, he had been saying a lot of nonsense, and as much as I tried to lock him out of my head, he still gained access.
He was
