“You’re not the boss. Kash loves me, and you’re just standing in the way.”
“Holy shit. You just fell off the crazy train and landed in the loony bin.” Shaking my head, I shove past her. “You need to get going.” Shutting the door to my car, I immediately call the shop line.
“You’ll be sorry, Atlas! All of you will be!” she screams, grabbing rocks and throwing them at my window as I pull out. Rhett picks up after a few rings.
“Hey, desk bitch. Crazy bitch Bri just cornered me in the parking lot. You might want to make sure shit is locked up tight. Maybe call the cops.”
“Fuck!” he clips. “Are you serious? Leave it to Kash to fuck the crazy chick.”
Sighing, I nod even though he can’t see me.
“Atlas, man?—”
“I have to go,” I cut him off, disconnecting the call. I may not be willing to talk to any of them right now, but I’ll be damned if that girl causes any more problems for Kash.
Heading over to Cora’s, I decide to wait there all night if that’s what it takes. It’s been days since I’ve seen her, or tasted her, and it’s making me crazy. She still has me blocked. I’ve tried calling her no less than twenty times a day.
Pulling onto her street, I see a car backing out of her driveway.What the fuck?Slowing to a crawl, I pull over and let it pass. Looking at the driver as they go by, I see fucking Matt bobbing his head to some song, a smile on his face.
I warned him. Iwarnedthat fucker. Pulling into the closest driveway, I quickly double back to follow him. He’ll lead me to Cora, and if he doesn’t, I’ll figure it out. Either way, he and I are going to have a chat.
It only takes Matt ten minutes to reach his destination—the hardware store. Curiosity wins as I park and follow him inside. Deciding to wait a bit, I watch him head over to locks and accessories. Grabbing a new deadbolt and door set, he tosses it into a basket, still bobbing his head to some imaginary song.
“What ya got there, Matty?” I ask, enjoying the way he jumps in the air.
“Geez, Atlas. Give a guy some warning.” He shakes his head.
“What ya got there, Matty?” I repeat my question, gesturing to his basket.
Glancing down at it, like it’s the first time he’s seen it, the fucker has the audacity to shrug. “Just some stuff for a project.”
“What kind of project?”
“The kind that keeps you out.” He smirks. I’m going to enjoy wiping that look off his face when I slam it against the wall.
Looking around, I see there’s only one older couple around us. I could do it, and I doubt they’d even notice.
“I don’t recommend whatever you’re thinking,” he warns with a smug look.
“You don’t know shit.”
“I know you fumbled the fuck out of having Cora.”
“Don’t you speak her name.” I step into his space. I’ve got at least six inches on him, and even though he’s a bit bulkier than me, I’ll toss his ass through the front window if he keeps goading me.
“You lost the right to give orders, Atlas. Cora is one of a kind, and you guys took advantage of her goodness. You don’t deserve her.”
“And you think you do?” I laugh. He’s lost his damned mind if he thinks I’ll let him come in and play white knight. Cora and Noah aremine. I tried playing nice, but I’m done with this shit.
“Where’s Cora?” I ask. The smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly where she is.
“You’re crazy if you think I’m telling you shit.”
Grabbing hold of his jacket, I pull him closer to me.
“If you knew just how crazy I could be, you wouldn’t be pushing me, asshole,” I growl. “Tell me where she is.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
