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It forces me to start the car and get the fuck out of there.
It is only once I am half-way to Durian’s that I realize the stranger’s shirt is still in my hand.
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I’m Nuts About You
Orzo
Cinnamon.
The name echoes around as I tighten my grip on the steering wheel.
Two cars behind her.
Following her hadn’t been done with thought, rather a pull that I couldn’t escape.
When I met her all those years ago, I had zero interest. No care at all for the little child, it’s why I left her there.
At least that was the lie I told myself. But in truth she was the first and only person I had ever saved. A child that reminded me so much of myself it hurt. And in rescuing her, I had freed myself.
Except I had stuffed away those emotions and feelings, covered them in busted knuckles and broken bones.
Drowned them in poor decisions and splattered blood.
But seeing her as a woman—it was different.
Long tousled, deep scarlet hair. Bright neon cobalt eyes. An oversized gray shirt falling to her thighs with just the edge of shorts poking out.
Something has changed.
My heart thumps harder and louder than it ever has before as I maneuver past a few cars and turn down a neighborhood road.
Is this where she lives? It can’t be.
The old car she drives does not match the house she pulls up to.
With the man…
The one who yanked her away from me.
I park in the shadows and watch. My fingers curl around the steering wheel and it creaks beneath my grip.
Beside me, my phone rings, but I don’t pick it up.
Reuben will have to wait for an update. And there won’t be much of one.
Before, the poison was slipped into the Aldente’s supply of cocaine, but there was no evidence that was still the case.
When the phone stops, it begins to ring again.
Cursing under my breath, I reach to pick it up and find there is blood on my knuckles.
Hers.
“What?” I snap into the phone, watching as Cinnamon gets out of the car, before circling around to let the drunk idiot out.
He stumbles onto her, and I clock as his hand lands on her ass.
