“That sucks ass.”
“What if he tries to kiss me?”
Mia makes a gagging noise. “Tell your dad to date Lester, since he likes him so much.”
“Too bad he doesn’t support same-sex couples,” I deadpan.
“I have a surprise.”
“Uh-oh.”
“Hear me out.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’m not going to live on campus this school year.”
“Why?”
“My parents finally agreed to pay half the rent for an apartment, and you’re moving in.”
“But my father will stop paying—”
“No buts. If he refuses to pay for classes, apply for student loans and pick up more hours at the restaurant. Also, there are a ton of scholarships you qualify for.”
This is it. The moment of truth. Sweet liberation is beyond the horizon.
“Let’s do it.”
“That’s my girl. We have two months, tops, to find a place, so we need to start searching ASAP.”
“All right. You could schedule viewings for me since I work during the day, then we can narrow the list from there.”
“Booyah! Party every weekend at Pepper and Mia’s crib. I’ll supply the drugs and you bring the alcohol, baby.”
“Mia…” I warn.
“I kid. I kid.”
“Yeah, right. I’m heading to bed.”
“Party every other weekend?”
“Mia!”
“Okay, okay. Good night.”
Mia is going to keep me on my toes, that’s for sure.
Getting mixed up in Art's life is like running through an abandoned scrapyard on a dark night, and even though Cin has it all—a decent 'family', a future, stability, a nice guy… the allure of saving a guy who doesn't want saving is just too much for her to resist, and as a result he begins to disassemble her perfect life piece by piece.
It's emotional bootcamp; the story is screaming in your face from start to finish.
This book is dark, it's full of triggers, it's not for the weak of heart... but it deserves every single star plus the invisible bonus star I save for the best of the best. It looks like a 5 on that rating chart, but believe me; it's a 6.
For those who need a series to be complete before you begin reading, a warning: we're left at a critical point in the storyline - where every. thing. changes... and I honestly don't know how I'm going to survive the wait to the next book.
Early this morning, I made a detour to Pepper’s condo. After gaining entry, I installed a hidden camera in the clock hanging over the television, the ceiling fan in her bedroom, and the bathroom vent. I’ll have the ability to freely watch and listen to Pepper from any of my electronic devices. Shortly, my quarry will be successfully ensnared. A shit-eating grin adorns my face as I step off the elevator and saunter to my office. Before powering on my computer, there’s a rapid tapping at the door.
