Page 15 of When Art Falls


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“Mind your business,” I snap.

“Don’t you young people have common decency anymore?”

“Get back in your apartment, old-timer, before you get hurt,” I growl.

“I’m calling the police.” He slams the door.

“Nosy motherfucker.” I stand, dragging Cin with me. “We’ll finish this in your apartment.”

“No, we’re not.”

I latch onto the back of her neck, forcing her forward. “Yes, the fuck we are.”

Cin swings around unexpectedly, using the element of surprise to punch me in the nose and knee me in the dick. She jets down the hallway.

I recover after a few seconds, but it’s too late, she made it inside the safety of her apartment. “Run away, little birdie, I’ll catch you soon enough.”

I hurry from the building, not wanting to bump into the police. Once inside my car, I call Logan.

“What can I do for you?”

“I want to know everything about Cinnamon Belo. Dig so deep she gets a fucking nosebleed.”

“You got it.”

“Have the report first thing in the morning.”

“Will do.”

I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back in my bed, no matter the cost. I’d sell my soul to the devil if I had one.

I look through the peephole, heart pounding in my chest, praying he doesn’t kick the door in, waking up my mom and Sebastian in the process. I breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t come knocking. Relocating here was supposed to be a new beginning. I didn’t expect to collide with the past. If it were possible to reason with him, we could’ve had a civil conversation. He has it stuck in his mind that I sold him out. This isn’t the last I’ve seen of him. I walk into the living room on shaky legs and drop onto the sofa.

Art no longer sports hoop earrings—or a nose or lip ring for that matter. He’s all man now, his body definitely harder and more muscular. He must have a rigid exercise routine. I thought a few of my ribs would be cracked from his tackle. Add in his classic good looks, mesmerizing green eyes, and glossy black hair, and he’s a woman’s fantasy on the surface. But a monster lurks underneath. He threw that woman out into the storm with no remorse after she gave him a blowjob!

I’ll ask Anneli if I can borrow money for a tow truck. I’m such a fucking leech. Just when things were going great, the universe bent me over to fuck me in the ass with no lube. I quietly go into the den to grab my mom’s cell phone to call Anneli. I’m not sure what time it is. She could still be at work or just getting home.

“Hi, Missy.”

“It’s me.”

“Why are you calling me from your mom’s phone?”

“I left mine at work.”

“What’s up? You’re usually asleep at this time, old woman.”

“You’re a jackass.”

“Well someone needs to get fucked ASAP. When are you going to stop being a prude and fuck Adrian?”

“Do you have an off switch?”

“Nope.”

“You’re a complete mess.” I laugh.

“I can’t help it. I was born this way,” she says cheekily.