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ATLAS

“What the fuck is going on?” Andrew asked in surprise.

My attention was on him driving and not what he was saying but it was pissing me off.

“Can you go any faster?” I asked, seeing how he was acting like he had only two wheel for some shit.

“I don’t want to go vert speed limit.”

“Well you don’t have to go under it to fucking move!” He cursed but he accelerated just a little bit more. I still wasn’t happy but combining could only do so much when he has no intention of moving any faster.

“Head to Damien’s club.” I muttered, looking out the window. We would be going on the highway soon and he has to take the turn that’ll head in that direction or we’ll be heading out completely. And I’m not sure I can wait another half hour before he gets back on the right track.

Less than twenty minutes later, he was pulling up at the nondescript looking building. The petty side of me said I should call the cops and have the place raided, just to piss him off because t was a Friday. So if anythin