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“Because my brother got more money?”

I stared at him.

“You think that’s why?”

“Big house. Cars. Trips. Private chefs.”

I laughed.

“You really never knew me.”

His jaw tightened.

I reached for the door.

“Move.”

He grabbed my wrist.

Hard.

Everything stopped.

I looked down at his hand.

Then up at him.

“Let me go.”

His grip loosened slightly.

“Sam—”

“Let. Me. Go.”

“I just want you to listen.”

“You’re holding my fucking wrist.”

He released me.

Immediately.

But it was already done.

I rubbed the spot.

Xay stared at my hand.

“I ain’t mean⁠—”

“Get out.”

“Sam.”

“GET THE FUCK OUT.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”