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... dawn. His head was a fucking mess, a storm of rage and frustration churning inside him. Sleep? Not a chance in hell. His nerves were raw, his blood boiling with the need to drown his demons in a bottle of something strong—whiskey, vodka, anything to numb the chaos in his skull. He wanted to get shitfaced, to let the world blur into a haze where he could scream, punch, or fuck his way out of this suffocating anger.
Sliding into the backseat of the waiting car, his trusted driver, a guy n ...
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