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But no Vann.

I look over my shoulder at the garage. I can’t see if her apartment has lights on from here because there are no windows on this side. But I’m here. I came all the way over here. So I’m not leaving until I at least take a look.

I walk around the garage and I’m just turning the corner, ready to climb the stairs that lead to her door, when who do I see?

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Vann. Fucking. Vaughn. Sitting on the top step and leaning against her front door.

“I could ask you the same question,” I reply.

“I fucking live here.”

“You live over there,” I say, nodding my head towards his shitty house.

Vann gets to his feet. “Dude, I’m not gonna tell you this twice. So you better hear me, OK?”

I huff a laugh.

“Stay the fuck away from Belinda. She’s not interested in you.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah. That’s right.”

“Then why did she let me fuck her in the alley outside your tattoo shop when she came back from getting dinner?”

His mouth drops open.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? Hmm. Interesting. I thought you two were friends? Funny though, Soshee told me that you fucked her right about the same time.”

“What?”

“What? Was she lying?”

“What the hell is going on here?” I whirl around to find Belinda behind me. “Why are you here, Tony?”

I smirk up at Vann, then turn my attention to Belinda. “I think we have some unfinished business.”

“Did you fuck him?” Vann asks.

Belinda’s eyes go wide. Her mouth drops open too. “What the hell, Tony? You told him?”

“We were comparing notes.” I chuckle. “Seems we all had a little booty call at the same time last night.”

And that’s when Rosalinda’s fist hits me square in the mouth.

CHAPTER TWLEVE - BELINDA

“What the hell?” Tony yells. “You’re insane!”

My fist draws back and I’m just about to swing again when a large hand closes over it. I whirl to find Vann standing behind me, my fist in his grip.

He winks at me.

I squint back at him. “What are you doing?”

“I think you’ve made your point.” He directs his attention to Tony, who, to my delight, is bleeding from the lip. “Go home, Tony. Because you do not want my angry asshole of a father to come out here with his shotgun to chase you away.”