Derrick ripped the seal tape off Matthew’s mouth in one swift, ruthless motion. The skin on Matthew’s lips, already split and bleeding, peeled with it. But Matthew didn’t flinch. He didn’t even hesitate. The moment his mouth was free, he summoned every ounce of disgust, every drop of rage he’d buried over the years, and spat—straight into Derrick’s face.It wasn’t just saliva. It was everything. Years of betrayal. Bitterness. Vengeance. It struck Derrick full on the cheek with a wet smack, sliding down his jaw like a curse—delivered not from weakness, but from defiant, deliberate loathing. As if Matthew had rehearsed that spit a thousand times in his head and now, finally, had his chance.Derrick jerked back, recoiling as the warm insult soaked into his skin. For a moment, he simply stood there—stunned, blinking, silent. His mouth twitched. His jaw clenched. Then fury surged to the surface, dark and unmistakable. One of the men leaning against the wall—stoic, bored, maybe even entert
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