DOUG’s POV
We walked to the car and Mikey kept smirking at me.
“What the fuck is it with you motherfucker?”
He held his chest, tilted his head, and smiled.
“Doug? You are cursing? Wow, wish I had that in recording.”
I grinned and shook my head.
“Will you drive?”
I asked and he held my hands.
“Do...