I shut the freezer and open the fridge door again, grabbing a glass bowl of fresh green grapes, and walk to the balcony that’s connected to the living room.

I perch myself on one of the lounge chairs, kicking my legs up on the glass table, and pop a grape in my mouth. Different-sized plants sit on both sides of the terrace. The baby-blue sky bleeds orange, and the sun plays hide-and-seek with the tall buildings.

Gunner has done more for me in the last two hours than anyone has done in my twenty-nine years of life. That thought alone makes me sad. And the way he seems to care about me clouds my mind. Most men only take from you until you’re empty, but Gunner is giving. Why is he giving to me? Maybe this is a ploy to get into my panties. Maybe he thinks if he’s nice to me, I’ll sleep with him.

Whatever his motive is will come to light, and I’m waiting for this to play out like a Halloween horror movie.

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Gunner

What the fuck am I thinking moving Gia into my penthouse? I could have let her stay in a hotel until she found a place to crash, but no, I let my dick do the thinking.

This has to be the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done. No, scratch that. The most impulsive thing I ever did was go apeshit on Charles, Alana’s piece of shit ex-husband. I broke his nose and busted the crown of his head with a frying pan because he made a conscious decision to stuck his dick in another woman.

Dipshit had it coming.

I never liked the fucker.

Anyway, shacking up with Gia is a train wreck waiting to happen. The minute I left her at the condo Friday night, I rented a hotel room and fucked every hole on my random hookup. I took my anger out on her cunt because she wasn’t Gia, even though she had the same hair color and eyes. If I believed in voodoo, I would say Rainbow put some fucking spell on me to make me obsessed with her.

“I found a school for Cora,” Rylee says, interrupting my thoughts. “It’s closer to you.” She pauses. “I don’t know what to do about her. She keeps getting into fights at school lately.”

Rylee worries her bottom lip as she tugs on the ends of her vanilla hair. Rylee is as put-together as Cole Sear from The Sixth Sense. She shakes violently and is always on edge like she’s waiting for the floor to be snatched from under her feet.

Guess I would be too if I married a jackass whose dick got hard from pounding on me like a punching bag.

Thank fuck Ellis didn’t beat on Cora. I met Rylee and Cora through Ellis.